Out to dinner a few weeks ago, my boyfriend stops me in the midst of one of my characteristically charming monologues to tell me I have something on my face. “Pizza?” I ask, dabbing a napkin around my mouth. “Lipstick?” I ask. He frowns: “Uh, both? You might need to go to the bathroom.” There, staring into the mirror…
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