“I don’t care how it works,” she sneered.
He coiled the cord up meticulously. “You should.”
She threw a hand dismissively. “It works. Who cares why?”
The plug swung tick-tock. He wiped his bald pate with a handkerchief.
She wasn’t looking. Engrossed in her own little world.
His hand flipped the first switch. “Might not always work.”
The reflection in the mirror was hypnotic. Skirts twirled. A giggle.
A second switch toggled.
Still, she was oblivious. She smiled at her reflection, fully self-absorbed.
The final switch flipped to off. The darkness was absolute. Cold and alone, the power was gone.
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