In the early morning hours, a staggering drunk asked me if I were him, thinking he was looking at a mirror rather than through a glass door. I told him it was too early for such metaphysical inquiry.
In the early morning hours, a staggering drunk asked me if I were him, thinking he was looking at a mirror rather than through a glass door. I told him it was too early for such metaphysical inquiry.
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