He spoke to me through
the reflection in the
mirror and asked if he
should keep it. I
searched his face for
the dimple in his chin.
He hasn't touched his
facial hair since the start
of his month long
journey; one of
high highs and low
lows, I'm sure.
Very
unlike him I've been
told.
It had been two weeks
and I've become an
enveloping translucent
shower curtain.
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