"And who do you think looks better?" The voice was audible and pointed.
"Why, you think you do?" The reply too, was direct and heard.
"I want an answer for a question, not a question."
"You would look better if it weren't for me."
The faces smiled at each other. As one approached, the other neared. They collided in a soft diffusion of the steam of a hot tea meeting the specks of its drinker. One lit her cigarette only to find the other blow the smoke. She wore the smile of the person who knew who the winner was. But did she? No, she did not. The shine gave away like the steam. Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick, there were no more questions, mere glances.
"You need a good wash. Wash the dust off diversions."
"You need a good wash. Wash the dust off diversions."
On the surface of the mirror, they merged as one and emerged as two again.
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