There’s a mirror in the woods, and this sounds crazy, but I think it can tell the future. I found it while wearing new hiking gear, but in my reflection, I had a gaping hole in the knee of my pants. Bewildered, I kept hiking. Moments later, I fell, ripping my pants.
Coincidence? Maybe. But get this. I went back to find my reflection wearing a red sweater. That night, after dirtying my shirt, my friend let me borrow that very sweater.
So, you can imagine my concern when today’s reflection showed a bloodied stump where my head should be.
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