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He...boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable.

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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
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