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Spicy Lemons, Sour Tangerines

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Reads 29
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Parts 4
Time 36m

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Mirrors.

Mirrors are used to see ones reflection, they can be used whenever and wherever.

Death. Death and birth are one of the same. When you die, you go to heaven or hell, but sometimes, when you done something so unforgivable, you are locked in a serise of objects and areas. Forced to watch those living around you move freely at will, you have no one to talk to. No one can see you.

I'm trapped in your mirrors, all of them. They're like a serise of doors I can walk through but I cannot walk through the room they open to. All but my old room in the house I use to live in.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" A book was thrown at me and I look over to see someone holding a cheesegrader and a kitchen knife. I wrap my tail around my leg.

They can see me?All Rights Reserved

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