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little girls scare me
I had a weird experience yesterday in a basement clothing store changing room. Suddenly, in the mirror, I saw a little girl's head pop under the door. Our eyes locked, and we just stared at each other. In the mirror. Forever. I couldn't move, I couldn't look away, I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I couldn't figure out what to say. "Please stop invading my privacy, little girl, you are making me very uncomfortable"? Neither could she, apparently, but probably for different reasons. I finally managed to break the spell and tear my eyes away, but I could still see her at the edge of my field of vision. I glanced back: she was still staring. Finally, I turned around and stared resolutely at the wall. I didn't move until I heard her and her mother leave the changing area.
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