I have been derelict in my duties. The Christmustache contest came to an end on December 23rd with a whimper. Participants were so weary of carrying around their creepy lip-sweaters that they were more eager to shave than to glory in their appearance. Rather than a group comparison, people simply showed that they had indeed held on until the designated date and then swiftly cleaned themselves up. Morale is extremely low at our beleaguered fire department, and the mayor's contempt for us was able to bleed over and bring down even this magnificent social experiment.
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I may be a bit biased, but I think it's pretty clear you won the competition. But really, there are no losers, when everybody is growing moustaches.
It was the general consensus early on that everyone else was in it for second place, but the anticlimactic mood of the final day made my victory a bit stale.
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