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He
stood
there
with
the
razor
against
his
throat
.
A
tiny
smudge
of
blood
came
from
the
place
where
the
blade
touched
the
skin
.
He
had
not
even
noticed
a
cut
.
See
,
he
told
himself
,
and
he
could
almost
hear
the
words
being
whispered
in
his
ear
.
It
’
s
painless
.
Too
sharp
to
hurt
.
I
’
ll
be
gone
before
I
know
it
.
Then
the
door
to
the
bathroom
swung
open
,
just
a
few
inches
,
enough
for
the
little
brown
cat
to
put
her
head
around
the
doorframe
and
"
Mrr
?
"
up
at
him
,
curiously
.
"
Hey
,
"
he
said
to
the
cat
.
"
I
thought
I
locked
that
door
.
"
He
closed
the
cut
-
throat
razor
,
put
it
down
on
the
side
of
the
sink
,
dabbed
at
his
tiny
cut
with
a
toilet
paper
swab
.
Then
he
wrapped
a
towel
around
his
waist
and
went
into
the
bedroom
next
door
.
His
bedroom
,
like
the
kitchen
,
seemed
to
have
been
decorated
some
time
in
the
1920s
:
there
was
a
washstand
and
a
pitcher
beside
the
chest
of
drawers
and
mirror
.
The
room
itself
smelled
faintly
musty
,
as
if
it
was
too
infrequently
aired
,
and
the
sheets
of
the
bed
seemed
faintly
damp
when
he
touched
them
.
Someone
had
already
laid
out
clothes
for
him
on
the
bed
:
a
black
suit
,
white
shirt
,
black
tie
,
white
undershirt
and
underpants
,
black
socks
.
Black
shoes
sat
on
the
worn
Persian
carpet
beside
the
bed
.
He
dressed
himself
.
The
clothes
were
of
good
quality
,
although
none
of
them
were
new
.
He
wondered
who
they
had
belonged
to
.
Was
he
wearing
a
dead
man
’
s
socks
?
Would
he
be
stepping
into
a
dead
man
’
s
shoes
?
Then
he
put
the
clothes
on
and
looked
at
himself
in
the
mirror
.
The
clothes
fit
perfectly
:
there
was
not
even
the
stretching
around
the
chest
or
the
shortness
in
the
arms
he
had
expected
.
He
adjusted
the
tie
in
the
mirror
and
now
it
seemed
to
him
that
his
reflection
was
smiling
at
him
,
sardonically
.
He
scratched
the
side
of
his
nose
,
was
actually
relieved
when
his
reflection
did
the
same
.
Now
it
seemed
inconceivable
to
him
that
he
had
ever
thought
of
cutting
his
throat
.
His
reflection
continued
to
smile
as
he
adjusted
his
tie
.
"
Hey
,
"
he
said
to
it
,
"
you
know
something
that
I
don
’
t
?
"
and
immediately
felt
foolish
.
The
door
creaked
open
and
the
cat
slipped
between
the
doorpost
and
the
door
and
padded
across
the
room
,
then
up
on
the
windowsill
.
