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... is kind of absurd from a scientific standpoint.

However, the nagging feeling deep inside his bones and the gut feeling told him that it was a very real, and by logical deduction, a very possible revelation.

He felt like he was living in a dream, where nothing makes sense.

He shook his head in confusion and decided to get out of bed and seek the answer to his questions.

He stood up and staggered towards the door then, he noticed a mirror hanging in the corner of his room a ...

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