A beautiful sunny morning. After washing my face and then eating a delicious chicken leg for breakfast, I go to the bathroom to wash my hands. The kitchen faucet is broken. I go in and close the door. Across from it hangs a mirror. A wide face with a huge, almost toothless mouth grins wickedly from within. I notice it's wearing a headscarf, see part of a torso, and an outstretched, fingerless hand. There are no legs. Instinct made me spin around sharply. A moment before the image appeared in reality, my memory told me it was just a towel, from which Masha was looking at me. It would have been better if it had been Bear... Now I hang this towel back to front.
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