Probably: almost certainly; as far as one can tell.
He looked down at the face, something he had once thought so perfect.
But it was not, obviously, nothing ever is.
Still, he could probably fit it in his mouth.
The thing is, he really didn’t like this shit anyway. He wasn’t here because he was enthralled by the prospect, or because he had a choice, or because he’d been good; quite the contrary—he’d been very fucking bad, and this shit disturbed him to the core.
But he was here nonetheless.
And maybe he could grow to like it.
He opened his mouth.
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