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After delaying shaving and cutting my hair for the Hallowe'en costume, I let it go for a bit longer in solidarity with Mark, who has been doing No-Shave November. Of course, Rachel hated it with a passion, and so her passion for kissing me was significantly cooled. I finally got a haircut, which left a space between my head and my "beard" that I could not abide, and so it was removed. I think these pictures (and Rachel's enthusiastic response to my hairless face) are an argument against my employment of "the scruffy look" in the future.