JERKED MEAT If I just changed my nose or the jut of this tooth I could...What? See through the mirror? More blind more like, chewing a scar and the twisted bone. Let it rot and the meat fall off, clearing the air. You could gasp at least. Whatever you do, behind the mirror's just a wall and everything else's jiggling spit.
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