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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 21:46:05 GMT -4
"Having Fun?" Giggled her voice...the voice of her as a 42 year old.
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 21:47:06 GMT -4
Angela looked up, she looked around for the source of her voice.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 21:53:18 GMT -4
There in the mirror, she stood.
"Oh, good. You look good" she laughed.
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 21:54:15 GMT -4
"What's happening to me?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 21:58:49 GMT -4
"Stepping through that mirror made you young again...just like you inwardly wished for."
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Post by music of the night on Mar 11, 2010 22:02:03 GMT -4
"B-b-but... what'll happen to my kids?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 11, 2010 22:31:18 GMT -4
"I'm here, taking care of them...they'll be just fine!"
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Post by music of the night on Mar 12, 2010 16:41:00 GMT -4
"You're seventeen, you can't take care of my kids! You don't even know anything about them!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 12, 2010 17:43:20 GMT -4
"Doesn't matter. I've been dying to get out, and now I am...good bye" she said as she pulled a hammer from behind her back and raised it, aiming at the mirror.
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Post by music of the night on Mar 12, 2010 17:53:28 GMT -4
"No! Don't! Why would you wanna be old anyway?! It's such a drag!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 12, 2010 18:00:02 GMT -4
"Who cares about age when you are free...I am free..." she laughed.
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Post by music of the night on Mar 12, 2010 18:02:57 GMT -4
"How?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 12, 2010 18:12:07 GMT -4
I have been trapped in that mirror for years. Now it's your turn. Hopefully it doesn't take too long before someone comes along wanting a different life." she laughed.
"Mommy! What are you doing with that hammer" you heard your daughter say!"
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Post by music of the night on Mar 12, 2010 18:12:58 GMT -4
Angela's eyes widened. "Mia, Mia, that's not mommy! I'm mommy!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 12, 2010 18:56:01 GMT -4
"You dont' want her anymore, right...I mean, what would a 17 year old want with kids" she said, and the words resonated though you...making you feel...dizzy.
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