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You don’t see your mirror of many years longingly gaze at you as you looked around the house for your next target.
“Amir,” Barry started when he was sure you were out of earshot. The other residents of the bathroom, though seemingly minding their own business, were definitely aware of what was playing out in front of them.
“I know,” he sighed, shaking his head and smiling sadly as he instinctively put his hand on the trace of lipstick left on his cheek. “At least," he paused. "I got something to remember them by.”