it must go

" An immortal force that grew with each and every night, its long, black arms stretching out, enveloping all in its reach. Dark, long, thin, strong, firm, prickly, fuzzy – the only monster that needed to be finely combed each morning. It was the mustache that they spoke of – the mustache, the demon that had infected the Colonel and stolen him of all he was. It had begun as a simple stubble but had, like any disease, grown with time, expanding and thickening with each passing day."
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