Reflections

He looked at himself in the mirror. It always surprised him, the small differences between how he thought of himself and what he saw in his reflection. There was always something new, some unexpected change that defied expectations. He thought about the nature of change and aging for a while, then remembered what he was looking for, and adjusted his tie. When even did he become someone who went to things where you wore ties?

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