Whatever, it may have been, that of an honest desire or a modest whim, it was now just a passing silly grin. Oh! There are beliefs such idiot inattention could have been prevented. So sorry were the first expressions while other simple perceptions of lo existence stirred the air. It surprisingly happened all too fast in a weak kind of patience and certainly that unsure would not last. On entering the room he leaned forward toward the looking glass to wash when he saw her first appear. There gaze in the bathroom mirror met; house in a little brown box behind him a woman watched Jessica Fletcher eyed through the crack of the stall door. The notion of the fair maiden model of could she then disappeared with the thought that she did not want him here. The prospect of a reprimand imposed on this occasion made the passion of his simile slowly fade to frown, when he suddenly realized he was not entertaining her now. Everybody, he knew, if unluckily caught, would have most assuredly accused him of troubling and strenuous rubbing somebody’s privy in a most distressful and distasteful way. He struck a comb across his head and nonchalantly grabs a paper towel from the dispenser because he made the mirror was obviously in the wrong room. And with towel in hand he gently made quiet distinguishable moves away from the sink, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and walk out that same way he came in. The last glance in that looking glass was his hair tubing like waves of ocean surf closing nicely to the right. JJF 1/22/10
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