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"What...? What's going on?" "You've had enough sleep, Mom. It's already necessary to start this whole process so that you are finally happy with yourself and with the people around you, and I hope that this time you behave better. I don't want to put you back to sleep." "Michael...? Michael what's up? Where we are? Why... am I naked?" Her mouth forced the words out as if each one weighed a ton as it exited and were returned to the depths of her throat. She babbled with both eyes narrowed and her heart beating at forty per minute, holding her soul between her and the darkroom where she lay. "I've heard your pleas and your complaints, Mom. Your face tells me that you have returned, as you always do, jumping between those eyes that do not stop looking at me, staring at
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