As per his usual compliments of me that are really compliments of himself my beloved told me that I had nice eyelashes though not as bountiful as his. "I have long lashes," I protested. Yes, but he thought that his were more abundant. "I always have to pull my eyelashes out because they are too many," he pointed out. Upon closer inspection I realized that he was correct. In fact upon really close inspection I could see that the lusciousness of his lashes were made up of two rows. "You're like Elizabeth Taylor," I told him, "A genetic freak." Take that mutant boy.
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