The face behind the mirror glances back, seemingly uninterested, but... wait!... there!... that glimmer of a pause. Of course. The joker reaches out his satin-gloved hand. What good is a joke without laughter? Where is an enterainer without an audience? Who will get the last laugh?

Isolation turns the deepest, truest smiles into a vain semblance of what once came so easy. No one needs no one, not even no one.

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