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And so it was decided. I should grow Wolverine sideburns.

Executive Decision


The only differences between me and Wolverine are Adamantium claws and a few inches of fuzz. The latter should be pretty easily taken care of as I give my sideburns an inch, they take a mile anyway.

And less face to shave is always good.

And so long as I conceal my tangled hair under a topper, I could pass as a Victorian gentlemen.

It has been decided.

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