after sartre

I spat out white foam and there was a speck of red in it. I looked up at the mirror. The basin smelled of old gums, sweet and putrid. Old people’s smell. I felt old. I ran my tongue over my teeth, they felt squeaky clean. I am Mathieu Delarue.

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