He admired the herculean efforts of the marathoners from the window of his hotel room, his hand holding back the heavy golden shade for a minute or two, before yawning and going back to bed.
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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