I talk to the mirror, and the mirror talks back to me. We play this game each day, it and I, a kind of oral tennis match.
At first it was liberating, not having to put up with a different person, only with myself serving, rallying, lobbing, volleying, word for word.
But … the mirror kept winning …
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