[Ion closed the door and pondered. How many people does his compassionate replica warmed up to? Well, he can't be that person, he knew. Yet he can't be himself.
Luckily, Ion puts no mirrors in his room. He would have punched it into a thousand pieces if he sees his reflection right about now.
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[Ion closed the door and pondered. How many people does his compassionate replica warmed up to? Well, he can't be that person, he knew. Yet he can't be himself.
Luckily, Ion puts no mirrors in his room. He would have punched it into a thousand pieces if he sees his reflection right about now.
When Ion finally asleep, the morning sun rose.]