A Commuting Story

The sun had barely made it through the thick fog today. Its golden rays fought their way through the autumn fog, turning the world into a golden autumn wonderland. Not for him, he stared into his reflection in the black mirror. He sighed. He was getting his tan during a weekly appointment at one of these luxurious spas that take male clients. He did not want random sunlight to touch his spray-tanned skin. He slid into his winter coat, pulled it’s hood over his head and reached into his pocket. After all, the black mirror didn’t care whether he was wearing sunglasses or not.

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