How are you? I whispered to the girl.
She stared back at me, her face blank. Her red cardigan was buttoned up crookedly and I wanted to reach forward and fix it, but there was a wall in the way.
Are you okay?
This was the day I discovered my reflection does not have a voice.
Added by Scarlett Rose on October 14, 2009 at 8:01am —
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