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The painting is driving me mad, why won’t it stay still? At every slight movement I make it twists and turns in kind, the demented, wrinkled old man encased in its frame running this way and that but always staring at me whenever I look squarely at it.

Hannah, the day nurse, told me the painting is really a mirror. I know she’s lying to me though.

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