[ From the other side of the mirror, Caitlin's been watching. It's not as if she doesn't have anything better to do. There's other Mirrors to torture and make cry, of course. But that's an everyday thing. It always catches her eye when Reals linger in front of their reflections.
What she wouldn't give to be on the Real side again.
So when she spies a new face seeming to study himself in the glass, she just can't help herself. Picking up a pen, she jots down a message for him. One that seems innocent enough. ]
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What she wouldn't give to be on the Real side again.
So when she spies a new face seeming to study himself in the glass, she just can't help herself. Picking up a pen, she jots down a message for him. One that seems innocent enough. ]
Good morning.