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Ugh. That puddle was disgusting.

There were things living in there. Slimy, old things. Or maybe they were young?

As soon as i fell into it, the wrinkles around my eyes started to disappear. I could feel the grey hairs around my beard start to turn blonde again.

And i felt the overwhelming urge to visit my mother.

I started to lose weight. The sixpack abs that left me during my teen years reappeared.

Looking great, like I was in the prime of my youth, i still felt like i should visit my mother.

But then i began to shrink. The hairs on my face started to receed. I gasped in astonishment, and my voice cracked.

All of the sudden, a few football players from high school surrounded me, and started to beat the shit out of me.

I was getting younger.

Before i knew it, my kindergarten teacher was telling me to take a nap, and that my mother was coming to pick me up.

I couldn't wait to see my mother.

Then i was in daycare, surrounded by other babbling toddlers. Getting progressively younger and younger, i began to worry less and less.

Then i saw my mother.

Missing her, i stood on my hands and crawled feet first through her birth canal, nestling myself inside of her womb.

And I was young again.

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