"--And lines from their most frequent face-smiling, frowning, or that little smirk or pinch of the lips. You get this feeling in your stomach like you've been seized by some atonal chord in time, the dissonance of the past and now. They no longer fit together-such that you feel you'll hurl your breakfast on that person's smiling face in your head-so as not to have to face time's irreverent graffiti of lines and puffs and sags.
  "Well, the opposite is worse. Having to come face to face with the real them...