her name. She stared at me. A smile skirted across the edges of her mouth. She placed the pencil on her ear and folded her hands in her lap.)
If a disease, the opposite of Progeria exists, it could well be called Airegorp because this name is Progeria spelled backwards. Airegorp would need to be studied. But this would have to be done without me, for tomorrow, I will disappear again.
Author's Note: Did you like this story? If so, please check out "English Major," "The Pretty White Leather Handbag," and "Little Girl Lost."
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