"Stop flexing your jawline when I'm halfway across the country. It's not fair. I want to kiss you!" you mumble to your boyfriend, Joe, over your call. You hear him chuckle again. "Sorry. But the next time you get to see me, my hair will be different!" "I know," you mutter. "Stop rubbing it in that you have better hair than me."
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