"Get out of my mirror, please."
If you think you can raise a single hair on my arms or ever so slightly unravel a nerve of mine, you can't.
I've seen it all: flickering lights, apparitions, cracked picture frames, scratches on walls, random handprints—all of it."
"..."
"I said leave my mirror, please."
"..."
"Manny, that's not how you do it. You do it like this:
Get the fuck out of my brother's mirror or I will bitchslap you into the afterlife."
"..."
"See Manny, she left."
"You're crazy."
"You're welcome."
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rest in pettiness
Short Story❝of no broken bones or false bodies❞ in emmanuel's opinion, whoever made up the term "REST IN PEACE" should go die again because that is the one thing the dead can't do. while emmanuel is completely disregarded in the living world, he's a celebrity...
