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Revision as of 10:02, 2 December 2019
Rock, paper, scissors.
I picked rock. So did my reflection. I sighed with relief.
Rock, paper, scissors.
We both picked rock again. Good.
Rock, paper, scissors.
Both scissors. Maybe my friends were just pulling my leg. I smirked victoriously.
Rock, paper, scissors.
My flat, face-down palm shook as my reflection scissored his fingers together.
Game over.