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The woman smiled, faint lines around her eyes crinkling as
she shook her head. “God, was I ever that young?”
The girl stepped back into the shadows, unsure and
uncertain. “Who are you?”
The woman extended her hand. “Come with me,” she said.
“There’s not much time.”
“For what?” The girl moved into the sun again, drawn towards
this woman whose hair sparkled with the same golden sheen as hers.
“To make things different,” she said. “To make things
right.”
“How do you know which is which?” the girl asked.
“You don’t,” the woman said. “That’s why I’m here”.
“You don’t,” the woman said. “That’s why I’m here”.
