Frank followed the passage of the razor blade out of the corner of the eye. He trusted the firm hand of Antonio, but did not like surprises, never liked.
When staring his own face on the big mirror in front of him, his eyes focused on the skin of the blade back to the light taking away the hairs grew and shaving foam. Overtook him always a degree of amazement in seeing wrinkles that perhaps had not noticed the previous morning.
Moreover, the only time of day where Frank accepted the idea of \u200b\u200blooking in the mirror was one in which he went to the shop of Antonio for daily shaving.
The surprise of the wrinkles that had become another habit, like that of healthy Antonio quietly once you've finished shaving and that of the rindossare leather jacket just crossing the threshold.
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