In which my past comes back to haunt me

“Daddy, who is that? Is that you?”

“Yes, Rachel, that’s me.”

“What’s that on your yip?”

“It’s a mustache.”

“A must-stath? Can you wipe it off?”

“No, you don’t wipe off a mustache.”

“YES! WIPE IT OFF!”

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