and#34;I messed up. I say this many times, I even get to the tenth or eleventh step with it, in the meantime I kick the edge of the stone step, I feel no pain, the vibration starting from my toe runs all the way to my thigh. The round is coming. In the round, a mirror hangs between the wainscoting. I face him. My pants are hanging on my boots, the bottoms are wet, my coat is too big for me, my hair is flat on my shapeless head, I am ugly. On the few steps of the next flight of stairs, I mutter that no one needs ugly people.and#34;