On the bathroom counter, the office desk, the kitchen table, the living room floor, the window sill, hair ties were everywhere throughout his life, in all the places where the women he loved had left them. Attempts to return them failed unanimously, the women indifferent and mumbling insincere thanks, and never taking them from his outstretched palm. For years, hair ties would collect in a drawer until the man, with great remorse, threw them out, and the whole thing began again.
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