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You stare mournfully into the bathroom mirror, prodding the flesh of your cheeks as if to reshape them.
“Kim, you were right. I shouldn’t have shaved.”
Kim looks up from the sink. “When did I say that?”
“In Martinaise. You told me that shaving made me look ugly.”
“I never—that’s not what I meant.” Kim is flustered. A rare sight.
Chester McLaine cackles from inside a stall. “That’s hilarious. As if the mutton chops make a difference!”
“Fuck off, McLaine!” you shout, then turn to Kim. “Sorry about that.”
Kim shakes his head. “No, I agree. Fuck off, McLaine.”