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How dare those mirrors make him feel this way?
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The stone flies through the air, cracking the mirror.
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The other mirrors stare at you, reflecting you and your child.
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Your unchanging child.
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bottom of page
How dare those mirrors make him feel this way?
​
The stone flies through the air, cracking the mirror.
​
The other mirrors stare at you, reflecting you and your child.
​
Your unchanging child.
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