Narcissus Shrugged

Less self-love.

James Taylor Foreman

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The clock is ticking loudly.

The plant is fake.

A print of a Monet hangs to the man’s left; That footbridge one.

A woman gazes at him; her expression is a mixture of care and professional distance. “What’s going on this week?” she says, gathering herself around her notepad.

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James Taylor Foreman

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