Large mirrors that show the whole body are very expensive and there was only one in the Sharon family. Of course, in my sister’s bedroom.
I have gone in several times for cleaning. But I always looked away. The same goes for small mirrors. Loose dirty hair full of hairballs, mottled ugly skin, ugly face, ragged work clothes. It is hard to see any good thing reflected in it.
I hate mirrors.
That’s right, I’m saying it right in front of you, mirror.
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