"You know if you go that way..."
Vince sighed impatiently, he knew where this was headed.
"... if you go that way, you can't get back. Things will never be the same."
It was silent.
He stood for awhile, staring at his reflection in the window. Glancing carefully
from side to side, meticulously inspecting every hair, pore and wrinkle. Slowly
he raised his right hand to his face and rubbed his deep, sunken eyes with his
thumb and forefinger, rolling them back into his skull, letting his fingers gently
knead their way out and over the sharp contour of his cheekbones and back down
his broad chiseled jawline to his square bearded chin.
"Where are you going?" he said aloud to himself.
He stared a moment longer, then stood up and walked away. There was no one
around to answer.
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