In The Mirror
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You be me.
I'll be you.
~Reflections Mirror, use at own risk~
When nothing is perfect, and all you want is change. This mirror will give you the opportunity to swap lives with your reflection, who looks just like you but may turn out to be your polar opposite. You get one week to decide whether you will stay or whether you will go back to your original life. Your reflection will fill in for you in your current life, and should you choose to stay, will permanently replace you while you live within the mirror.
WARNING
All decisions are final.
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