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Come on, Nicole! We're going out for dinner\", my mother said as she came in the door. It was a sunny weekday late afternoon in mid-summer of 1992. I was eight years old and a fourth generation Yankees fan. I had just finished watching an afternoon Mets game with my grandmother and I was quickly getting bored. That was until my mother came home. \"With whom?\" I said curiously. After all, it was a rare event that we went out to dinner. Even rarer, my mother was excited about it. \"Oh, with a bunch of people\". \"Uh, OK\", I said confused. Exactly who were these people we were going out to dinner with? As I ran upstairs to change, my

a silver quarter drops onto the concrete floor, just a few feet in front of me. I think about picking it up, but that would take me two seconds longer to get to the ride. \"po-please\" said a young, weak latin voice from the other side of the metal gate next to the lockers. I turn around and squint. the silver quarter and the gray-painted concrete contrasted. and I didn\'t have my new $250 glasses with the Guess frames. I find it, pick it up, and hand it to her, with a forced smile, showing my lip-glossed lips and beautiful straight white flossed teeth. she smiled back showing her crooked teeth. as I hand her the coin, my hand

i look at you ugly short fat pimples messed up hair i hate you you\'re stupid you\'re fake you imitate me of course you would you\'re a reflection of me you\'re the mirror monster