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 Gary was wearing a suit and tie. He was cleanshaven, and had not a hair out of place. Richard realized what he must look like: muddy, unshaven, rumpled . . . “Gary? I . . . listen, I know what I must look like. I can explain.” He thought for a moment. “No . . . I can’t. Not really.”
    “It’s okay,” said Gary reassuringly. His voice was soothing, sane. “Not sure how to tell you this. Bit awkward.” He paused. “Look,” he explained. “I’m not really here.”
    “Yes, you are,” said Richard. Gary shook his head, sympathetically. “No,” he said. “I’m not. I’m you. Talking to yourself.”
    Richard wondered vaguely if this was one of Gary’s jokes. “Maybe this will help,” said Gary. He raised his hands to his face, pushed at it, molded, shaped. His face oozed like warm Silly Putty.Other Basketball Shoes,Top Basketball Shoes, Best Basketball Shoes 2011
    “Is that better?” said the person who had been Gary, in a voice that was jarringly familiar. Richard knew the new face: he had shaved it most weekday mornings since he had left school; he had brushed its teeth, combed its hair, and, on occasion, wished it looked more like Tom Cruise’s, or John Lennon’s, or anyone else’s, really. It was, of course, his face. “You’re sitting on Blackfriars Station at rush hour,” said the other Richard, casually. “You’re talking to yourself. And you know what they say about people who talk to themselves. It’s just that you’re starting to edge a little closer to sanity, now.”
    The damp, muddy Richard stared into the face of the clean, well-dressed Richard, and he said, “I don’t know who you are or what you’re trying to do. But you aren’t even very convincing: you don’t really look like me.” He was lying, and he knew it.