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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 19:39:34 GMT -4
"Well, uhm, a couple minutes ago, I was 42... and I had kids, and my car broke down out front, so I came and asked if I could use the phone to call a tow truck, but the phone lines were down. So you let us stay the night, and a maid came and took my kids to dinner so I could get some alone time. And I found this weird mirror, and I started talking to my 17 year old self through the mirror, and she pulled me through, then left me here."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 19:43:04 GMT -4
"That's a nice story, but that mirror isn't anything more than a mirror...Clever though, young people have such imagination."
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 19:47:59 GMT -4
Angela eyes widened. "I'm not kidding! I'm Angela Marino, married to Lieutenant Michael Marino of the U.S. Army! I have three kids; Mia, Manny, and Antonio!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 20:50:53 GMT -4
"Angela, how could you have children, you aren't even out of high school?" Hugo stated.
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 20:56:50 GMT -4
"Because I'm 42! Young me made me young again. You gotta believe me." Her teenage hormones caused her to start crying under the stress.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 21:08:34 GMT -4
"Oh, come now, don't cry...sit down" Hugo said, gesturing towards the bed. "I know crashing your car has stressed you out."
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 21:12:21 GMT -4
Angela sat down on the bed. "I don't remember crashing my car or anything..."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 21:15:12 GMT -4
"That's to be expected...I've seen this before. My house seems to be a haven for people who get in trouble. I just want you to know, it's going to be okay. You are a young woman, just on the verge of becoming who you'll be for the rest of your life. Things always get better!"
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 21:19:38 GMT -4
Angela thought about that. She did marry the greatest guy in the world, but then he went off to war. And all three of her kids were either brats, or treated her like the plague. "No it doesn't." She mumbled.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 21:28:00 GMT -4
"Well, I'll leave you here with your thoughts. I am sure you'll be ready to head off to school soon enough. Your new life awaits"
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 21:32:52 GMT -4
"Yeah, sure..." Wait, new life? "What do you mean, new life?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 21:36:24 GMT -4
"This is obviously a turning point in your life, Angela...No where to go but up!" He smiled as he closed the door.
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 21:39:11 GMT -4
Angela realized it, she was stuck like this... she would have to live the past couple decades over again... She could make everything better. She could convince Michael not to join the army... and not have as many kids...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 21:41:39 GMT -4
Suddenly her head became...fuzzy...as memories of her childhood flooded in...and memories of her life on the otherside of the mirror...began to fade.
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 21:44:29 GMT -4
Angela held her head as her thoughts got fuzzy, when she started forgetting things from the future... she panicked! Without that knowledge, she'd have the same dismal life as before.
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