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"Touch my face," said Terry, "Touch my face and you'll know it's true." Nancy was skeptical. Terry hadn't shaved in days. And he smelled. Faintly like garlic. Always. For no apparent reason. What the fuck. She obliged, rubbing her fingers gently across the sandpaper stubble of five days growth. Nope. Nothing. Not a single spark or jolt or even a hidden pimple to feel out. The whole face-touching thing was a hoax. And she was onto him.
Date Written: March 03, 2004
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