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I stoop to pick up a dropped coin on the shiny floor beneath me... but my reflection gets there first and snatches it from me.
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 6:50 AM UTC
(Tanka) Reflection
I stoop to pick up a dropped coin on the shiny floor beneath me... but my reflection gets there first and snatches it from me.
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 6:50 AM UTC
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