Mirrors (by Emme Gravely)



First Monkey: What ever happened to Emme Gravely?
Second Monkey: We buried her in self-doubt, remember...
First Monkey: So she could dwell on everything she says….now I remember.
How did we do that?
Second Monkey: We just introduced her to her own shame.
First Monkey: Oh yeah, we gave her the mirror her mother used to own...
Second Monkey: And chained her down, forced her to stare into it.

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