"I meant in terms of facial hair," Gretchen sighed. "I realise it's not a moustache!" She opened her mouth to snap again, then sighed again and slid even further down in the seat, resting her neck on the top of the back of the chair. "I like your scruffy thing," she allowed, after a moment.
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