I arrived at work today the way I usually do; by rolling out of bed, throwing some clothes on and making my way to the bus stop. I took a moment in the bathroom - more as a chance to wake up than anything else - and considered my complexion in the mirror.
There was the trimmed beard, my hair tied back, a pair of jeans and a collared, red and black checkered shirt. It was at this time that I realised that if my shirt had any more red in it I could pass for a lumberjack.... and I'm okay.
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