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If I'm completely honest, I kinda hoped that, when I woke up this morning, it would be gone. And by 'it,' I mean the twenty or so years I seem to have gained overnight. I mean, nothing against, you know, aging or older women, I'm sure I'd love to be almost forty when I'm… almost forty, but right now? I'm really keen on sticking with this whole

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Olive clucks her tongue appreciatively. "Thank you," she says; it's surprisingly appreciated, truth be told. It's not that she thinks she's done so badly, but looking in the mirror's been a bit of a traumatic experience, enough to make her glad she doesn't have one at home. It just doesn't feel like she's looking at herself; she doesn't know who this woman is. "I guess there's that and all, I get to know that much. It's still really weird."

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"I've always just assumed I'll look like my mother does now," Annie admits with a light shrug, despite admittedly finding this a frightening thought to consider. It isn't that aging like her mother would be unwelcome, she has cared for herself well, but it's a face most familiar to Annie when wearing an expression of slight disdain or disappointment. The last thing she wants is to become the kind of mother who cares more about impressions than she does about the lasting effect her actions will have on her daughter. "On second thought, I'd really rather not. Our bone structure isn't that similar anyway. Just the... cheeks. And the nose. And the general facial area."