Mirror On The Wall
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Sometimes, if you are either very lucky or very unfortunate, you can look at your own reflection but it doesn't match what you are doing, every now and then the mirror on the wall lies to you.
When kids go to Happy Hour Pizza Parlour, all they want is to have a good time playing games, enjoying the wonderful pizza and building life long memories, so why is the ball pit always closed down?
The Grazia Hotel in New York City is full of glitz, glamour and A list celebrities, the main hall is always full of people talking, laughing and loving their fabulous life, but why is no one ever allowed in Room 1303?
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