She said that I look like her pizboy friend. And... And then she pulled out she showed me pictures of him. It was true. I did look like him, which was shocking. He got slightly shorter hair, but the rest of us down to the legs were... Similar. He's in a wheelchair. My legs are frozen, my own stupid fault, don't know what He did. She likes it that I look like him when I blue die looted on my stomach.

She showed off photos of herself at the inflating rim of the memory pool, the only working one in the south side. I suggested, "Wow! You look great" also "When did you take those photos?" Thinking they were taken... When she was younger. But... She told me that they were taken... Not so long ago...

By the looks of it, she's been purging in the abandoned memory pool for some time. I suffer defeat and swim to the graceyard of the super low. She follows mendown. And kept talking about her ex-d whilst she shuffled through many more images of likeness between us, there were thousands of self portraits nubi furiously photo tookn I wedged my thumb into the pile and made comments on how good she looked knowing she's filtered, she was unaware, the panic meant nothing to her. I was naked, tackle out, she pointed at my tkb and said "even that is the same" and laughed.

Swim to surface I see, I see my reflection. It is a light from out there on the tackle berry fin shadow she throws too ecstatic to be near me and my uppercase unfiltered ness. She is mined. The south side miners gather in groups cathedral conspires one new vogue baby on feet in the cloud, cut to: time lapse of a beard.

Jenni the beard.and me.