Aug 7, 2012

The Patron Saint of Peanut Butter and Jealousy

Peyton opened the package and saw her own face inside it. With a half-grunt she let it fall to the tiled floor.
Her husband walked into the kitchen, cleaning his hands on an oily rag.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“He sent me another mirror,” Peyton said.

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