“I’m tired of you,” he said, “Be gone.”
I stared at him, not believing what he’d demanded.
“Be gone!” he shouted.
Without a word, I turned away from his reflection.
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“I’m tired of you,” he said, “Be gone.”
I stared at him, not believing what he’d demanded.
“Be gone!” he shouted.
Without a word, I turned away from his reflection.
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