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| So I started off in the dressing room. |
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| I walked along the streets and met some old Japanese ladies that told me to enter their "shop". They said they could do something really special. Little did I know, they were sorceresses and sourercesses. They were bitter and wanted to rob me of my youth in order that they themselves, would retain a modicum of it. |
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| I was turned into a child's plaything to be dangled off a key chain or bag. Such an ironic situation; robbed of youth to be used by youth and subsequently destroyed by youth since I hold no real importance. I was changed into something that provides ephemeral delight until dirtied. |
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| But I wasn't the only one...There were others like me. |
