Today also he displayed that dreaded object that he calls his face. I didn't have an option but to stare back at him. But then, I made sure my face looked just like his. Every wrinkle, every hair follicle and pimple were copied to perfection. He also seemed to be happy about it. He stared at me for long. He even calls me his mirror image. Fool.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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