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Hesitantly I peer back into the mirror. My skin crawled as I realized she was still there, but in the background of my bathroom. I had the guilty pleasure of performing an autopsy on her mangled body. Her body was crushed from the waist down. ultimately just making her a torso with arms and a head. The police speculated a hit and run, probably from a drunk driver. Though her face had a few scrapes and gashes she was still very breath-taking. The more I thought about her corpse the more guilt spread inside of me. I rush out of the bathroom to the kitchen sink, almost vomiting along the way. I'd rather use a sink without a mirror. My stomach churned in disgust at myself, I hung my head over the sink for awhile.