LANZ
TWO MORE WEEKS passed by. The world went about its business as the world always did.
I did not give a f*ck. I was looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror. Right then, I did not care who pandered to the whims of whom. I just knew that fate had seemed to catch up with me this time.
I frowned. I looked as ruthlessly attractive as I wanted to be. My thick hair reached further down the back of my neck, swept back from my clean-shaven face by a comb I’d set down in front of the mirror. I’d let it grow again since I’ve been with Anna. Before her, and when I’d maintained it long, a woman would suggest to cut it shorter after a romp in bed, a subtle effort to find out if she would see me again after that night. But this was the one thing from the old days I’d kept sometimes. So
