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Backwind Bayonette
Monday, September 14, 2009
The Peacock.
"Of course I've thought these things. But I would never say them aloud, for saying them aloud would make me vain and narcissistic."
The wrinkled, elderly woman stared at the young girl through the reflection of the mirror intently, searching, observing, and then replied,
"No, my dear. You are mistaken. No matter how hard you try to hide it, your vanity is evident in your eyes."
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