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These two little girls torment me. Their smug, self-satisfied expressions hint at something ominous, as if perhaps they hold some knowledge that we cannot attain.
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They stare at me, as if staring into the depths of my soul, seeing my darkest desires, and I shudder in fear at what they may say to me should they ever open their mouths to speak.
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