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He rolls the anti-perspirant over his damp skin, shivering ever so slightly at its coolness after the warmth of the shower. Glancing at his reflection, he is glad he shaved that morning. He ruffles his hair with the towel once more, before tossing it onto a hook and walking out into his bedroom. In a few moments he is clothed. He snatches a heavy metal watch off his dresser and snaps it onto his wrist before running a comb through his hair a few times. He checks the mirror once again and turns with a satisfied nod. Then he pulls something from his chest of drawers and tucks it under his shirt before putting on a blazer and buttoning it up. T

He rolls the anti-perspirant over his damp skin, shivering ever so slightly at its coolness after the warmth of the shower. Glancing at his reflection, he is glad he shaved that morning. He ruffles his hair with the towel once more, before tossing it onto a hook and walking out into his bedroom. In a few moments he is clothed. He snatches a heavy metal watch off his dresser and snaps it onto his wrist before running a comb through his hair a few times. He checks the mirror once again and turns with a satisfied nod. Then he pulls something from his chest of drawers and tucks it under his shirt before putting on a blazer and buttoning it up. T

He can’t look at her anymore. He doesn’t want to touch her, hear her, smell her anymore. The gentle warmth of her breath in his ear as she whispered another endearment, another scandalous secret are abhorrent now. He wishes he hadn’t let her do this to him. The plan was working. If he had just closed up like he had done over so many years in the past, none of this would have happened. He was at her favorite shop in the mall this evening. His finger hovered over the call button as he debated silently whether to press it and have one more light-hearted conversation. One last conversation. You see, I am a little emotionally fuc