prologue

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Alex had a tear running down his cheek as he looked ahead. There was a girl standing there looking at him. he smiled, and she smiled back, he frowned, and she frowned. She had a tear running down her cheek, too, and he went to wipe it away, but touched the mirror instead.

He looked at the girl in the mirror and hated her with a passion. He wished he could just shed her image like a snake skin, and underneath there he would be, as he should be, in the right body....

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