He walked away, then turned back, he was still there, looking at him.
That was a big face with a mean glare, and he was not all sure at how he was going to get rid of him.
Black and fierce, just waiting for his moment to pounce.
This was something he had not encountered before, and it made him feel weak.
He looked up at the windowsill, and he wondered if he could reach it in time.
He sat for a minute or two, and having decided on his best course of action, turned, and ran headlong into the mirror.
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