Day

He ran the blade across his face. Stubble was always an issue for him. He couldn’t remember ever having an entirely smooth face.

The mist in the mirror began to fade. He reached up and gave it a wipe with a dry towel.

He dropped his razor into the sink. His reflection grinned with a flicker of red in its eye.

Today was the day.

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