The Bornless #242

The Bornless

The Bornless #242

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The little bathroom was different. Rosy drapes were shut, he threw them open to check out the windowsill. Nothing different, a little chrysanthemum, a golden, autumn symbol of the season nestled in its green pot, Mary nursed it. Still there, nothing else. Window tight shut. The little basket of lipsticks was on the high shelf by the pretty mirror. He’d shave at that mirror and bang out the bristles three times each sweep.

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