When I was very small, too short to see my whole face in the dresser's mirror, I remember crouching down, opening an imaginary trap door, crawling down into it, and coming back up as a 33 year old woman. I saw her deep eyes looking back at me in the mirror, and she was speaking to me. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear her (probably something to do with the time delay.) Now, of course, she won't shut up.

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