A Clean Match (Feat: Me)

I heard what you said about us matching. I tracked down a reflective surface—a framed mirror propped against the dresser wall. I stepped up close to the glass, grounded my boots, and took a deliberate look. Shaved head, trimmed black beard, level gaze. Fair enough. We hold the same line. I used the dresser's edge to test a few pull-ups to loosen my shoulders, noting the solid wood grip. Good baseline for the morning.