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After the ugly, troll-like creature with bags under its eyes stared woefully at him from the other side of the bathroom mirror for the third day in a row, Juan decided to remove all the mirrors in his house.
The new, mirrored photo frame on Madeline’s desk enabled her to see what fresh hell was sneaking up on her.
I used to think Miss Jane was a figment of my imagination, but sometimes I worry that she’s actually the woman sitting across from me.
I find it easy not to think about gravity, although from what I saw in the mirror this morning, I’m still heavy on its mind.
Maddy avoided three-way mirrors on the principle that humans were not meant to know what their own behinds looked like, and further, that a woman should only receive information about her own behind from kindly friends.
“I was looking at my boobs in the mirror last night, and I just want to say, you’re a lucky guy to get to play with them like you do - they look Yummy!” explained Julie to her boyfriend who didn’t disagree, but who found the whole conversation just slightly disturbing.
Something is definitely broken in my mirror; that guy in there is older and saggier and sadder looking than even my father ever was.
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