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Feeling self-conscious, you chant "Alex NEwton" three times, and then... nothing. You feel stupid for staying up so late, and begin to shuffle off back to bed, but as you turn, something catches your eye; a crude web-form has coalesced within the mirror. A voice intones:
"For newS and updates, follow me on Instagram: @justaloadofcomics
If you would like to work with me, purchase a commission, or just say "hello", feel free to reach out below! I am always looking out for new and strange opportunities for collaboration!"
but this isn't the end. AS the message fades into the ether, you feel a frisson of excitement; is that the sound of a snare in the distance? you surprise yourself by again speaking aloud:
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