Mole

I’m shaving, and I notice a mole on my left cheek. Well, I see it again. I’ve always had it, always known about it, but never thought about it. I hesitate. I don’t want to shave over it in case I aggravate it. It’s flat, not protruding, but still. So I shave around it, carefully, and then look at it again. I’m going to end up as one of those hairy-moled old people. I can see myself now. Shuffling around like an angry, undead fruit.

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