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So right after I say how Boring and Dull and Quiet and SAME everything is (and trust me, I LIKE boring and dull and quiet and same, because adrenaline junkie I am not, nor do I like any sort of change, ever, which makes this lifestyle a really interesting choice) this sort of thing happens.
His voice has dropped! He's taller than Becca (OK, not a hard thing to do)! He's shaving! He's growing up! His father is encouraging this! He's only 14! Someone make it stop!
No more upper lip peach fuzz!
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