All the while, the mirror was made of paper.
So when in her fury she attacked the pane of reflective glass, it crumpled around her fist instead.
Unsatisfied, she struck out again, and the paper mirror crumpled further. She would kick and strike at it, transforming the long sheet into a crude origami.
She then tried throwing the mirror, but it being paper, it simply floated harmlessly to the floor.
Her anger still was unabated, she wanted the thing to break! To shatter! That would satisfy!
She approached the roughened paper mirror with every intention of stomping the thing into oblivion, but was given pause by what she saw.
It was her. She saw her reflection. Even bent and folded into a this warped mess she could recognize herself.
Try as she might, she would always see herself in this thing.
She un-crumpled the page, then, and set out to smooth it as best she could.
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