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... o his feet. He was eager to complete a few quick transactions, stuff his face, and then sleep like the dead.
That was when he caught sight of his reflection in a windowpane. Damn. Is that really me? He looked like he had fought his way through hell and back, scaling a few mountains of garbage along the way. He stared down at his clothing with a critical eye, sighing at what he saw.
His shirt had long since been reduced to rags, or whatever you called something when rags would be ...
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