
“Look into the mirror,” she said. “What do you see?”
She was a strange woman, weirder than I usually go for. I didn’t know how to answer these random questions she asked me so often.
“Well, I see the sky right now because the mirror is pointed up.”
She turned the mirror toward me, still blocking her face.
“Wrong answer,” she laughed playfully.
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