The mirror never lies. The mirror never tells the truth. All the mirror can do is reflect. Nothing more. Nothing less. Thus, Jim found himself staring into the mirror frame every morning. And every morning the young man in an olive-green army uniform would stare back, a picture framed from the past.
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