Chapter 7

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She walks out a minute and comes back, holding some sort of folder.

She hold up a photo of a little girl with very short brown hair, a giant bow on her head and the biggest grin.

This is you when you where five. First year here.

That makes no sense. That can't be me...I have long white hair...

Now. You have long white hair now.

She holds up another picture of an older looking girl with slightly longer hair that's brighter. Her smile has faded slightly.

That's you two years later.

Aha...

She proceeds to show picture after picture, of the same girl getting older and older, hair getting longer and whiter and smile shrinking every photo.

That's defiantly me.

Why are you showing me these things?

Wait. I have another photo.

She holds up a photo with 5 or so girls in it. Identical. They all look like me.

Am I in that picture?

No, that is a very long time ago. I think it may be 50-75 years ago.

50-75??

Yes. Do you want to know their names?

Okay...

A-1 B-1 C-1 D-1 E-1

Wait...

You are the fourth generation e-4.

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