THERE HAPPENED TO BE MANY TIMES, WHEN THE PEOPLE THAT PASSED BY, WOULD LOOK THROUGH THE GLASS, SOMETIMES DEPENDING ON THE TIME OF DAY,SEE THEIR OWN REFLECTION AND THEY WOULD START TO WANDER, WHO EXACTLY THE STRANGER WAS STARING BACK AT THEM AND THEN THERE WERE THE LUCKY ONE'S, OTHERS WHO KNEW EXACTLY WHAT IT WAS, STARTED TO PREEN AND PIMP THEMSELVES AND IN THAT INSTANT OF BEING TOTALLY OBSESSED, THEIR IMAGES WOULD SUDDENLY BE SWALLOWED INTO THE ABYSS OF BLACKNESS AND AS THEY KEPT ON LOOKING AND SEEING NOTHING, THEY WOULD SLOWLY AGE AND THE ONLY SIGN OF THEM WAS THE DUST THAT SETTLED ON THE GROUND AND AS THE WIND PICKED IT UP AND TRANSPORTED IT ALOFT, HELD IN SUSPENSION, THE OTHERS LOOKED AND COULD SEE BEYOND THE REFLECTION, TO A SETTING, WHERE ALL THE MERCHANDISE IN THE SHOP CONTAINED IMAGES OF PEOPLE, ACTING IN SOME KIND OF VAIN WAY, PUTTING THEMSELVES ON DISPLAY FOR SOME TO SEE AND SOME MORE TO JOIN.
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