slippers. Bunny slippers.
Attatched to said bunny slippers is a small girl about 7 or 8.
She has pigtails and a dirty face. She cocks her head and puts her hands on her hips.
"You shouldn't just throw stuff you know."
You mumble an apology and look down at your feet.
"I know you, you know."
You look at the little girl. "I don't think so."
"It's true. I know you. Your Birthday is next week and you're scared of turning 30."
You look at this child once more, squinting in the dark to see if, in face, you do know her.
"Whats your name?" You ask. "How do you know that?"
The little girl pulls a rope out of her back pocket and starts skipping.
"Can you stop that please?"
She shakes her head and continues, humming a nursery rhyme. You sit, entranced, watching.
She stops abruptly and holds the rope out to you.
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