played out like this.

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[someone in a crisp white shirt and a blue sweater-vest just walked in, a mirror in front of his face and obscuring his gaze. he knows his house pretty well, though. his eyes change from violet to seagreen, and he's slowly furrowing his brows until they lighten to the desired shade. he goes to put his mirror down--and stops, eyes widening. his front door is not in front of him. takes a step back. this is not his foyer.]

... so that's what she predicted.

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