[Scene: A cozy living room in São Paulo. A loud CRASH! echoes from the kitchen. Lucas rushes in, wide-eyed, holding a broken mirror. Mateus looks up from his laptop on the couch.]
Lucas: (dramatically) Ai meu Deus! I broke the mirror! Seven years of bad luck, Mateus! It’s over for me—I might as well stay indoors for the rest of the decade!
Mateus: (chuckling) Lucas, calm down. It’s just a mirror, not a curse. You’re not suddenly going to have piranhas in your bathtub or get struck by lightning on a sunny day.
Lucas: You don’t understand! My aunt Celina broke a mirror in 2006 and lost her job, her cat, and her boyfriend all in the same week. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Mateus: Or maybe it’s because her boyfriend was allergic to cats and her boss was a jerk. Mirrors had nothing to do with it.
Lucas: But it always happens! My cousin Pedro cracked a mirror last year, and his phone screen shattered the next day. That’s mirror karma, meu amigo.
Mateus: Or maybe Pedro just needs a better phone case.
Lucas: You laugh now, but bad luck is real. These things have been passed down for generations for a reason.
Mateus: True, they’ve been passed down… before we had Google. Look, the idea of seven years of bad luck comes from ancient Rome. Back then, they believed a person’s soul regenerated every seven years—and mirrors, being rare and expensive, were thought to reflect the soul. Breaking one was seen as damaging your soul’s progress.
Lucas: Exactly! That’s deep, man. Why would they believe it if it wasn’t true?
Mateus: The same people believed sneezing expelled evil spirits and that thunder was angry gods bowling. Just because something is ancient doesn’t mean it’s accurate.
Lucas: Then why do I feel cursed every time something bad happens after I break something?
Mateus: That’s confirmation bias, Lucas. You remember the bad things after a mirror breaks because you expect them. What about the hundred times nothing happened? You don’t count those, right?
Lucas: Hmm… maybe. But what about that time I stepped on a crack and twisted my ankle?
Mateus: Was the crack in the sidewalk… or in your logic?
Lucas: Ha-ha. Very funny.
Mateus: Seriously though, I get it. Superstitions can feel comforting—like you have a rulebook for life. But science is better at finding real causes. If you break a mirror and cut your hand, that’s not bad luck—that’s physics. Glass is sharp.
Lucas: But science can’t explain everything. What if luck is like… I don’t know, energy? Like karma but sneakier?
Mateus: Then it should be testable. Let’s do an experiment! We’ll break a mirror every day for a week and record what happens.
Lucas: Are you trying to summon a demon?
Mateus: Just the ghost of logic.
Lucas: Fine, Mr. Rational. But if I lose my job, trip on a banana peel, or get ghosted by Mariana, I’m blaming the experiment—and you.
Mateus: Deal. But if nothing happens, you have to admit the mirror curse is cracked.
Lucas: Ugh, I hate how good you are at puns.
Mateus: It’s a gift—and not from any mirror.
[They both laugh. Lucas sighs and sweeps up the broken glass.]
Lucas: Okay, maybe I won’t lock myself in a bunker for seven years. But I’m still tossing salt over my shoulder. Just in case.
Mateus: Fair enough. But maybe toss it behind you… and not at my laptop this time?
Lucas: No promises.
[End Scene]
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