He gazes into the mirror, but the mirror won't return the scene. Too many faces, too many masks, none of them fresh or for real, too many versions. The paint on the walls around him is peeling like it can't stand to watch. He's frozen in fright at his own sad pose and posture. He's waiting to move but cannot. He's trapped in the mirror again.
Ryan, Carolyn & I were thinking it would be fun for us to have some drinks Thur. night or tonight. You should call me from the payphone. ------> Please call even if it's to say you can't make it. We just think it'd be fun. Luv Always, Amy & Carolyn I love you son! MOM P.S. Shakespeare & Ryan Rule!
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