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Even in the warped and scratched mirror, Steve could see the age on his face. What was he doing here with all of these young punks? These kids. Playing young. Pretending. He felt like he might vomit.
“You fucking joke,” Steve said to his reflection. “What the hell are you doing here? Go home and eat popcorn and watch a movie in bed.”
He looked down, and there in the sink was a tooth with fresh beads of blood around it. He grimaced, then bared his teeth to be sure it wasn’t his own tooth, which it thankfully was not, but that made it no less disgusting.
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