His reflection smiled back, but it was not him. He tried to shift his balance on his other foot, gazing away. His reflection screamed its desperate thoughts. 

There was pain on the face of the man in the mirror. 

Anger. Loneliness. 

He had been porting all over places. He kept back to the same spot, buckling his knee before his own reflection. 

Mirror, mirror on the wall, he thought. 


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