That
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' I'm staring at myself in the mirror.
From anybody else, I look normal.
But I don't think the same.
I see long, wavy, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, freckles, a slim figure, and a tall frame. The figure staring back at me is wearing gym clothes; a blue sports bra and black bike pants, sport shoes on their feet and boxing gloves on their hands; the same as me. But what catches my eye is... That. '
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