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While horrified, you try to remain calm. "What would you suggest I use to get them them out from between my fingers?" you ask, stretching your hands to reveal their new coat of insulation.

The boy shrugs and takes another puff of his cigarette. "Look in the bathroom," he says. "Uncle Fred has a special razor attachment for that sort of thing. Of course, you're not likely to be the only shifter here tonight. After all, the Courvoisier triplets are expected. Say, do I know you from somewhere?"

Written by Joey Liverwurst

You are in no danger of balding in the immediate future.

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