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I may have started something hirsute with my unwarranted persecution of that guy with the tit accessories, but just an update for those who were only here for the hair - Beard Blog has moved. You can follow Bryan on the Chicago Tribune blog site.
http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/beard-candy/

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