To Isaac's shock, his mirror self suddenly turned to him and spoke.
"Oh, hey man. Isaac, right?"
"I, I-uh, who are you…?"
"Oh, your aunt didn't explain?"
Having finished the finished the chocolate bar, he then grabbed a gallon of cookie dough ice cream, eating straight from the carton.
"I'm you, one week in the future?"
"What?"
"See, centuries ago, some ancestor of yours snubbed some mystic from her wedding. So they sent her a present, this mirror. It's cursed; who ever owns it will receive nutrition only from their mirror image, which, to taunt them, gave them a preview of what was to come. And as part of that curse, she had to pass on the mirror to someone in their family. Usually a girl."
After briefly considering whether this inspired the fairy of Sleeping Beauty, Isaac realized the consequences for him. Oh God, he was cursed.
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