The next morning at 7:50 a.m., I’m heading toward Dick’s office. As I round the corner, I see John already chatting amiably with Dick’s assistant. My jaw drops. John’s physical appearance has completely changed.
He’s obviously showered and cleaned up. He’s also shaved his head and appears to have lost fifteen pounds. He’s wearing what I can only describe as a European styled shirt and a vest. Unlike the slightly baggy shirts he usually wears, the pink shirt he’s wearing fits tightly on him. Combined with the vest, he looks like a…fashion model? London clubber? Las Vegas card dealer?
With the shaved head, his calm friendly smile and perfect posture, he looks like some sort of enlightened monk.
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