Last week I came home with my son and got the fright of my life.
I went up the stairs and just as I was going into the bedroom , out of the corner of my eye I saw a thin young woman cross the end of the hall towards my sons room.
I was getting ready to beat the crap out of her....after all I had 30 pounds on her so I could take her.
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The "woman" was my reflection in the hall bathroom. The door was open about a foot and I never leave it open. With the light from the skylight and the shadows I was disoriented a bit. But the point of my story is..
When I didn't know it was me, I saw a thin person.




