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He looks in the mirror: buzzed hair, a flannel, baggy jeans over new black Vans.

Turning to the side, he folds his arms over his chest, slouching forward.

A pink blouse hits his head.

“Try that, Carol,” Erica says.

He looks back at the mirror: long locks, teal shorts, a necklace under a broken smile.


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