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"When I was younger I made a deal with a mirror. If I ever were ungrateful for the vision before me, the mirror could take my head. The mirror replied "I already have your head." I am amazed I have not moved from this spot since, I can't remember." Suddenly you are tired. The actual word bounces around in your head. "tired, tired, tired, tired, tired, tired" The fire is warm and you feel like lying down on the rug. As your eyes become heavy you see the headless man stir. He stands and makes his way out of the room. Maybe you'll just sit in this chair for a while...

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