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"What are you even doing?" I asked the boy in the mirror, a recent friend (and forever a mortal enemy). "Trying. And it's mental, but we're getting getting there." He sounded convinced. I turned my head to the side, his eyes followed mine, glistening in the dim light. "Are we a we?" I asked him. "No, you idiot," he replied, laughing. "We're just you."
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
Another Boy in the Mirror
"What are you even doing?" I asked the boy in the mirror, a recent friend (and forever a mortal enemy). "Trying. And it's mental, but we're getting getting there." He sounded convinced. I turned my head to the side, his eyes followed mine, glistening in the dim light. "Are we a we?" I asked him. "No, you idiot," he replied, laughing. "We're just you."
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
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