He climbed right out of the mirror one day, when I was staring into it. Suddenly, I wasn't looking at myself, but at some other, and he was scrambling over my sink.
I stood agape, as he jumped to the floor and grabbed my wallet out of my pocket. He whispered, "Finally, I'm free," and ran for the door.
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1 comments:
and he had to take the wallet... this is great.
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