Once there was a girl who lived in the mirror, in a place where rain rises from the ground and animals speak latin and smoke vanilla cigarettes and everyone talks to themselves, has friends, drinks ink and paper flavored tea. And this girl, she sighed and stared at her reflection, tucked her hair behind her ears and thought about how tragically monotonous her life had become and wished that she could find a place where not everything was made of music.
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