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An elderly man stood in line with misplaced self-importance, casually dressed and ordinary in stature. His blue-faded eyes darted through a crowd of uninterested strangers within the coffee shop. An unease radiated from his presence. He firmly gripped the hand of his meek blond partner; her shoulders slumped in response to the unwelcome pressure. Dried sweat and clumps of messy spray slicked back the remaining strands of his ghostly hair as they fought a relentlessly worn-out hairline. He forced a smile across his face revealing child-sized teeth; their emergence further deepened unforgiving lines plastered across his skin. Deceit hummed through him; visual unease emanated off others as they passed by. Tense and strange, the suppressed and the suppressor. They stood together, hollowed in time.

– Knightonashley on Medium