Sunday, April 27, 2008

Another Mirror Story



While brushing your teeth in the evening, you catch a glimpse of your wall mirror, covered in fingerprints.

Annoyed, you grab a towel and rub at them. They remain.

Upon closer inspection, you realize that they seem to be on the other side of the glass.

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