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Ken stared at his reflection in the water, looking the same as from the week before. If he chose to ignore the tired eyes staring back at him, that is.
Eyes that shone with immense sadness. Eyes that wept every night.
Did the other Kens—and Allan notice? Did they see those same emotions reflected within him?
Did anyone notice?
Barbie, he thought, she noticed.
Maybe she used to notice. Or maybe she never noticed at all, and he was too oblivious to realize it.
Frustration bubbled up and he grabbed the nearest object and threw it.
Shattering his reflection.