Disconcerting conclusion reached today while dusting the family photos at my grandma's: the goofy 1920s Spanish student mustache notwithstanding, my great-grandfather was pretty cute. In a lanky, bespectacled sort of way. I can kind of see why my great-grandmother might think running off and eloping with him was worth getting disowned by her family.
WHAT THE HELL, SELF.
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