This is the story of a man, a man with an infatuation. But not with money, nor with women, nor fame. This man's obsession was directed at a simple device known as the TelePrompTer. It became his crutch, his best friend, his entire world. It was a passion that seemed manageable until this morning, when the man awoke to a terrifying sight. There in the mirror, in place of his own face, was the TelePrompTer he loved so dearly. It's the kind of identity crisis you can only find ... in Conservative Twilight Zone.
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