Everything looked fantastic on Silas. He had the wide shoulders and narrow waist that suits hung perfectly off of. His features were classically strong, a roman nose and granite jaw. He had a rippling walk that exhibited the muscles of his back through his shirt, like an anatomical study. He stood architecturally, with a strong foundation and rectangular frame, looking everyone in the eye.
Men stalked Silas in the clothing store, trying to discern his secrets. They bought the same skin care products he did, hoping to capture the same glow. Occasionally they would ask him outright how he managed to look so damn good. Silas shook his head, he really didn't know. When he was a child he had decided that everything he had was the best possible thing to have, and should be likewise appreciated. He was aware that people picked up on his attitude, and thus believed the grand deception.
One day he felt the hair at his temples thinning, threatening to recede from it's lifelong post. He shaved his head and got a vanity plate for his car that read "BLD SLS."
Men stalked Silas in the clothing store, trying to discern his secrets. They bought the same skin care products he did, hoping to capture the same glow. Occasionally they would ask him outright how he managed to look so damn good. Silas shook his head, he really didn't know. When he was a child he had decided that everything he had was the best possible thing to have, and should be likewise appreciated. He was aware that people picked up on his attitude, and thus believed the grand deception.
One day he felt the hair at his temples thinning, threatening to recede from it's lifelong post. He shaved his head and got a vanity plate for his car that read "BLD SLS."
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