I do not know how long it has really been since I passed through that door. Time did not seem to pass. It didn't matter anyway. I'd just been there. In perfection; in bliss; in that throbbing warmth of Mother's womb. Unbirthed and unblemished and homeAnd in a single violent uterine contraction, I was expelled. I tried the door again, but that
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Regardless, you have changed. For the better, I presume?
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