He said it wouldn’t hurt. Said he loved me. Just that one time.

Afterwards I knew he was a liar, and he never bothered lie again.

Then he introduced me to his friends.

I can never go home, not now.

I send Ma and Pa money when I can, but I’m not allowed keep much. They think I work in a haberdashery, and go to church every Sunday.

I’ll do anything to make sure they keep believing it.

Match the story (and the number) to the face at Mirrors.

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