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Fiction Dribble by Owen Kaelin
"Mirrors"
A fog blurs the city, the sky tightens. The guy passes the girl, who catches him: “Who do you think you are? Are you my mirror, now?” The guy regards the fog, looks at the tightened sky, then: “How do I say it?” She only cries. “I’m sorry,” he says.
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