Promises Promises

Tomorrow I’ll wipe that effing smile off ya face, prove everything you believe is a Kleenex of lies, rip the rug from under your feet. I detest the smugness in every conceited action of yours. This ain’t no threat, it’s a promise.

The face in the mirror smugly smiles back.

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