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The Mirror

He looks into the mirror. He looks down at his hands. He looks back up. Then down again. He examines the lines in his palms, the creases and wrinkles.

A quick story

A quick story

At first I just stare at him. Not that I'm in shock, or that I'm having second thoughts, it's just that I don't really know how to proceed. He's not staring. He's whipping his head around and trying to let everyone know how much of a badass he is. Trying to get the small circle of people who have gathered around us in this parking lot on his side.