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A quick call to my girlfriend Kate confirmed that she never saw hair above my lip. By the time we reached Plymoudi, where those religious wacko Pilgrims landed, my lip was on fire, resplendent with blisters atop huge red bumps. "Don't worry," WB said sympathetically. "We're just a few blocks from the cabin."
He forgot to tell me that all the beach houses on [Martha]'s Vineyard in his price range were booked. We'd be in a cabin on an isolated pond in Plymoudi. "I like to think of it as the working man's beachfront property," WB said. "Besides Plymouth is celebrating the 50th Anniversary of the Mayflower and you don't want to miss diat"Instead, I'm with the nurse, who is saying that I should pluck my moustache like she does. "I don't have a moustache," I say emphatically. She gives me a funny look and writes something on the chart Thankfully, the doctor is a kind, elderly woman, so I'm not too embarrassed. After a brief exam and a swipe of the skin under my nose for a culture, she diagnoses me with "the worst staph infection" she's seen in a while. As she writes out three prescriptions, she says, "To avoid this in the future, you should bleach your moustache."See the full content of this document
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Stiff Upper Lip
After living in my skin for more than 40 years, you'd think I would have noticed a moustache. But, I'm half-blind and lack self-confidence-which is why I'm in mis emergency room in Plymouth, Massachusetts on a beautiful Sunday afternoon telling the triage nurse that my pain...
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