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Rara Avis
Tony stared at his reflection in the mirror. He’d heard some men spent a vast portion of time staring at themselves in the mirror while they were naked, but it wasn’t something Tony did. He had enough flaws when he was wearing clothes. He didn’t want to be reminded of all of them, every time he looked in the mirror, by looking in the mirror when he was naked.
You’d think Tony had problems with his body, but it wasn’t true. He didn’t mind other people looking at his naked body. He just couldn’t do it himself. Tony never considered himself a rara avis, but most others did. He may have made out to be a frat boy, party boy, but everyone he actually took home knew better.
