Mirror Murder Mystery
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Mirror, Mirror, Mirror on the wall...
We haven't spoken for a while, have we? Normally, this would be an everyday conversation - well, one-side ranting - where I try to get as much off my chest as I could. Feelings that tend to build up and clog the arteries, but you help me get rid of as much I can to preserve my life.
It really helps. It helps a lot more than therapy ever could, always making me take those annoying pills.
So, please hear me out today as well.
My wife and I got into another fight and it... ended a bit violently. Her ankle has a little bruise now and she's not speaking to me.
D-Don't look at me like that! She started it, I swear!
It's her fault for always making things so difficult-why does she not just listen to me?
One of these days she might actually have the nerve to try and kill me!
Mirror, Mirror, Mirror. You're the only things I can bring myself to trust. No one else.
Please don't betray me.
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