I know that guy.
You know the one.
Everybody knows that guy.
Standing at the wall.
Shamefully close to the exit.
Pretending to be waiting for someone.
Watching everyone.
Speaking to no one.
A quick nod if you meet his eyes.
Then he turns away as if something more
important occurred to him.
He's the one nobody notices, until he's gone.
What did he say his name was?
I know that guy.
The one in the mirror.
I never liked him.
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