Even when he summoned a look of concentration, you could run outside and drain
the bath in the time it took him to rearrange his features. His face was very heavily creased, and into each
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crease he had tucked some worry or other, so that it wasn't really his own face any longer, but more like
a tree that had nests of birds in all the branches. He had to struggle constantly to manage it and always
looked worn out from the effort.