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Leo looked at his reflection. His eyes were red. His upper lip was shiny with menthol. There was a single noodle from the soup clinging to his shirt. He had never felt more defeated.

He shuffled back to bed, lay on his side, and closed his eyes. The water-stain face on the ceiling seemed less disapproving now. Almost proud. open blocked nose

“Fine,” he whispered to the ceiling. “We do this the hard way.” Leo looked at his reflection