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It was exactly her 54th birthday when she told me she had superpowers. She was  sitting cross legged doing her make-up. Her bleached hair was in a ponytail and eyeshadow dust was falling on her tracksuit. She smacked her lips and looked me dead in the eye. She said she was Reality Woman because she could mold reality. She said once she found out she practiced everyday. She would yell everyday in the mirror ever since she was 14. She would yell she was wonderful in the morning and evening. And after it became reality and people told her so too she would continue.
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
Reality Woman
It was exactly her 54th birthday when she told me she had superpowers. She was  sitting cross legged doing her make-up. Her bleached hair was in a ponytail and eyeshadow dust was falling on her tracksuit. She smacked her lips and looked me dead in the eye. She said she was Reality Woman because she could mold reality. She said once she found out she practiced everyday. She would yell everyday in the mirror ever since she was 14. She would yell she was wonderful in the morning and evening. And after it became reality and people told her so too she would continue.
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
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