"Her eyeliner was running from her eyes all the way down to her cheeks. Eyes so red.. Hair a mess.. The smoke filling in the bathroom. Inhaling it made me calm. Her heels were scattered on the floor. So was her purse. She must have dropped it because her phone was on the floor so was a book, perfume, gum, and her pills and ecstacy? And a whole bunch of other crap. She looked at me with no emotion. A copy of me. Could this be the reflection of me?"
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