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... seconds later, I gazed down at the rippled surface of the stream and solemnly observed my reflection.
Pale cheeks and deep sunken gold eyes. Even my brown hair was disheveled and seemed thinner. My appearance was in every letter terrible and frail, like a bum without a roof over his head forced to work the streets and pass the nights at the park.
"How long exactly was I out for? ' I asked Meta after a while.
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