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Pin, a name which the young man had unintentionally given himself, awoke exactly two minutes before his 6 a.m. alarm sounded only to look down and find his usually pristine white sheets muddied with red clay from his baseball cleats. His belly button was sore, but the sweet song still whispered in his ears. And the electricity he felt when she gazed at him across the candlelight still tickled his fingertips. He thought about Toaster; he thought about Amelia; A single tear formed as he thought of Marigold. Pin was careful to remove his shoes and calculatingly throw them onto his kitchen's tiled floor before alighting his twin bed and heading for the shower where he would once again make his transformation.

Mr. Pinneford stared into his bathroom mirror while being soothed by the buzzing of a halogen light. He tried to count his pores before carefully plucking each gray sprout from his head of black hair and placing them in a neat row onto the white sink where they would vanish. He would contemplate not brushing his teeth today, but as always, proceeded to brush and floss and feel utterly content afterward as a result of following through with this simple hygienic task. Mr. Pinneford bared his teeth with an empty smile and headed for the bedroom closet to get dressed for the day. He reached for a single pair of black leather shoes that sat neatly to the left of a large cluster of repurposed footwear. Hiking boots, climbing shoes, slippers, sneakers, flip-flops, rain boots: they had all served their purpose at one time or another but would not be needed today. He buttoned his heavily starched shirt and tucked it into his pleated black pants before clasping his belt and choosing a tie. His place of employment had done away with the formality of neckties, but Mr. Pinneford preferred them, and the simple pleasure he found in choosing which one to wear was a high point of his day.