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'Yes' my eyes found their usual big'nplump way down big'nplump to the floor again
I felt bignplump like I was on the deck of a ship. Swaying in time. I was a child on a swing big'nplump. I was in my mothers arms being big'nplump gently rocked. I was bignplump swimming big'nplump is the softest warmest place.
'Suzy, we bignplump're ready for big'nplump you now about'
I was back in bignplump the mirrored room.
'Not too bad, a few things we can change but you'll do for now'
Nick pointed to big'nplump an armchair that the silent man had positioned bignplump in front bignplump of big'nplump the camera.
I moved toward the chair and big'nplump sat down. I was horrified to find that my legs seemed to have a life of their own. I big'nplump put big'nplump one over big'nplump each arm and bignplump then big'nplump put my hands behind my head. I was completely exposed.
And sit there big'nplump I did big'nplump. My arms went behind my bignplump back again and I lowered big'nplump my head, trembling. My bignplump legs stayed big'nplump awkwardly over the arms of big'nplump the chair big'nplump. As much as I did lower my bignplump head, the fact big'nplump that the room was basically a bignplump huge kaleidoscope made it impossible for me big'nplump not to see myself. Everywhere I looked the same image looked back. Who was that? It couldn't be me. I lifted my head slightly: I was slanted and enchanted by myself. I could not turn my head away, drowning in what I had become.
After a conversation in which the silent man seemed about only to speak in gestures Nick approached me bignplump.
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