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Knocked down the doorway and she walked in. She stared at me in my own mirror and seemed to laugh then she turned away with the grace of a thieve. I brushed my teeth and read the headline on an old issue of newsweek. Generalization X. Ah yes those crazy people, I thought. What do they think they can classify 20 year gaps as generations? the baby boom, the x'ers the yuppies the boomlet they were all children of the space age and they all watched rock and bulwinkel and I love Lucy and what more was their to say. It was odd that i thought that because i was part of the youngest of that group. I went on brushing my teeth. the lady came back and sat down onthe counter in the mirror and wa watching me. i looked up at her. she looked into my eyes. she wasn't laughing this time. "How are you?" I asked her. Her eyes were green and she looked at me. She smiled and shrugged. She was open. She was chiseled. Her skin was even plaer than mine and mien was plae. She reached out and touched my face. Then she smiled She hated everyone. But she didn't hate me. ANd I shoudl have hated her. But I didn't. M'lady. I say to her. And I bowed And she laughed and said I shoudln't bow that we were unable to coexist though we had the same face and now the mirror and time serpated us and i was safe she promised me i was safe. i finsihed brushing my teeth and took a shower. she didn't say anyrthing about you. it is sad i could save you you know...I have it somewhere wihtin me to take down all these walls and stp the wordl from spinning for a minute or two. certainly enough to safge you. but once i let that power come i'll turn into the very woamn i am trying to save you from so either i watch you die or kill you myself she said i was safe she didn't say anything about you
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I really like this.
Me too... I like the mystery in it.... M'Lady sounds like a character that I have, so I'm biased... :)
thanks
i would just like to say something though probably nobody else will read this ever again: the "you" who is being spoken to is neko and i am saying this cause he said he wished he could but felt he could not he asked me not to but i am doing it way because i think he wants people to know. so if anyone bothers to read this little piece and this little response know then that is was written to him love, jenne
Who's neko? Lovely, Jenna. Calls forth desperation and resignation...but isn't that the eternal paradox of things...
neko was someone I loved very much for a very short while. this story is,essentially about me, though
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