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The mirror is once again just my own plain face looking back, short tufts of hair and green eyes and two sticky fingerprints.
But then - there. Movement from the next mirror down the hall, back the way I've just come. The same winged horse with the grey snip of his nose is there now, shaking his head so the ropes of his mane fall in his eyes. I reach for him, but he tosses his head again and disappears. Just like the bakery horses used to do with my sister Marjorie. Letting her come closer, closer, closer... and then prancing away. It was a game they played.
I rest my hands on my hips.
"I don't have time for games."
But he tosses his head again and trots off. In another moment he appears in the next mirror down the hall. He taps his nose against the glass. When I don't draw nearer, he taps it again, more insistently this time, and rubs so hard against the glass that I'm afraid it will break.
"You aren't playing a game, are you?" I whisper. "You're trying to tell me something."
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