"There's something odd about that mirror. I've always though it. Every time I stare at it - or perhaps at myself - I see something different. Last time my focus was on the line of my hair. As I turned away and back, I found myself caught on whether or not my feet move enough for it to be considered a change in a stagnant image. Every time, it's something new to look at. No, not new. Different. It's either astounding... Or I'm incredibly bored."
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