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| "Clay
Aiken smells like fresh laundry- it's the first thing you notice about
him- that he's well-scrubbed, radiant in his cleanliness, a walking,
freckled dryer sheet. The second thing you notice are his lips,
which are plump and ripe and shell-pink. Much has been made about
his hair, the whole flat-ironed, geek-hipster, red nest of it all, but
little, too little has been made of his lips, perhaps because most of the
world has only ever seen them contorted and trembling in song. How
did a jug-eared, baby faced special ed teacher become the fantasy fodder
of sophisticated women everywhere?"
-Allison
Glock in "Elle" Magazine
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