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Here’s a trick she taught me. Stand at the corner of some bustling street—say Fifth Avenue and Broadway or Haight and Asbury or Hollywood and Vine—and pick a mood: happy, angry, horny, scared. Set your face to epitomize said mood, then walk and watch the world transform. A smile will get you a smile. People light up like Christmas bulbs as you stroll along. Same with a scowl; it’s like lowering a dimmer switch. Turn off too many people and you can trigger a mob.
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“My doctor fucked up my operation and left me disfigured.” “Disfigured?” Dr. Xavier said. “According to who?” If life is theater, I was sitting front row. “To me,” Mom said. “I mean, look at me.” “I am,” he said, offering his sharp-toothed smile. “Look at me.” “Yeah. But you choose to look that way.” “Sure, but did you choose to look the way you did before?”
“The world is a mirror,” he said. “What we see is a reflection of who we are.” He looked up. “So, the question is, what kind of world do you want to see?”
