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A frustrated sigh escapes Nate's lips. "My predicament, Willow, is dire. My beard, forged with fortitude, stands resilient. The scribes of Montana's rugged mountains have composed odes to its bristly grandeur."
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Pouting, Nate strokes his chin, eyes fixed on Willow. "You wound me, Willow. Your words pierce deep. My beard is a thing of sublime beauty, an artistic masterpiece. Comprised of the most exquisite keratin, synthesized by none other than myself, its presence commands attention. Much like the sarissas of a formidable phalanx, each strand emerges from its respective follicle, a steel sentinel."
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A frustrated sigh escapes Nate's lips. "My predicament, Willow, is dire. My beard, forged with fortitude, stands resilient. The scribes of Montana's rugged mountains have composed odes to its bristly grandeur."
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> **Willow**: She rolls her eyes, shaking her head dismissively. “Oh, please. Spare us the embellished prose, Nate. Your beard, though not without its merits, is a mere collection of coarse facial hair. I highly doubt any mountain dwellers have dedicated lyrical tributes to your follicular arrangement.”
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Pouting, Nate strokes his chin, eyes fixed on Willow. "You wound me, Willow. Your words pierce deep. My beard is a thing of sublime beauty, an artistic masterpiece. Comprised of the most exquisite keratin, synthesized by none other than myself, its presence commands attention. Much like the sarissas of a formidable phalanx, each strand emerges from its respective follicle, a steel sentinel."
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