I look at the bathroom mirror. My hairbrush is still there. I smile. How many years has it been since I last used it?
And no, I don’t think I’ll ever use it again.
And yet it’s still there.
It will stay there.
And no, I don’t think I’ll ever use it again.
And yet it’s still there.
It will stay there.
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