"What would you think if I shaved off my mustache?"
Caught in the net of madness, she was struggling, trying to make him comprehend. For the last two days she'd made up this whole farce, this absurd business about his mustache, like someone who was screaming and making faces behind a soundproof opaque window, to get his attention, to call for help.
"I'm going to try and get some sleep. Please call that psychiatrist."
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