And sometimes, when he was extra happy, happier than all the other times, he'd smile so, and his mustache would sneak up and tickle his eyes. The happiness faded, but not his false smile in the form of the upside-down mustache. He longed to give his maker the what-for, but alas, his lack of appendages. Fate won again.
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And sometimes, when he was extra happy, happier than all the other times, he'd smile so, and his mustache would sneak up and tickle his eyes. The happiness faded, but not his false smile in the form of the upside-down mustache. He longed to give his maker the what-for, but alas, his lack of appendages.
Fate won again.
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