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Yeah, Well, Asparagus Is Good For Me, But It Still Makes Me Want To Throw Up.

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What Are You Doing In There, Waxing Your Mustache?” Iggy Yelled, Pounding On The Bathroom Door. I Yanked The Door Open And Pushed Him Backward Hard, Making Him Stagger. “i Don’t Have A Mustache, You Idiot!” Iggy Giggled And Put His Arms Up To Protect Himself In Case I Punched Him. “and You Know What?” I Added. “you Don’t Have One Either. Well, Maybe In A Couple Years. You Can Always Hope.” I Left Him In The Hallway, Anxiously Fingering His Upper Lip.

I Don't Damsel Well. Distress, I Can Do. Damseling? Not So Much.

Our Parents Were A Test Tube And A Turkey Baster.