Finding a New Purpose for the Mirror

I was feeling great one San Francisco night when I ran into some childhood friends. My enthusiastic greetings were met with icy stares and cold words, and our encounter quickly went sour. They began to beat me. My face was their primary target, and each strike left me more hurt and confused. Bleeding and blinded, I was abandoned on the cement. ...more
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