Everyone behaved the same, no one had aged, a muted sorrow manifested itself as shadow--like the narrowing, dimming screen of an old TV--and for the first time, he could see his whole life in color.
The fact that when he looked in the mirror, he still wasn't the spitting image of Ric Ocasek, despite all of the brushing and blow drying--and the skinny tie--was the source of many crestfallen mornings.
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