Cuthbert stroked his baby-soft, baby-sized chin thoughtfully, wondering how many more applications of Doctor Hoaxter's Miracle-Grow cream he was going to have to rub in before his full and manly beard came in. Maybe leaving it, and all his other toiletries, at home had been a mistake. He could swear he'd been starting to get a five o'clock shadow. An elevensies at least.
Context-free Friday: Now I can’t see beyond your ear…
Friday, the 9th of September, 2016
Context-free Friday: it’s just one of her quirks…
Friday, the 9th of September, 2016
Context-free Friday: Doctor Hoaxter – a name you can trust
Friday, the 9th of September, 2016