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Recognition

Recognition

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Arjun is a finance analyst in Bushwick who walks into a piercing studio on a Wednesday evening and cannot entirely explain why. What follows is a quiet unraveling - of habit, of certainty, of a self that no longer fits the way a suit stops fitting. At the center of it is Sam, the piercer who sees something in him before he sees it in himself, and a small gold barbell that turns out to be the beginning of everything.
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