Lottie looked in her mirror and cried, seeing the four tentacles that had grown from her back. “I’m a mutant, a freak…”
One of the appendages offered a handkerchief plucked from the dresser, and she dried her eyes with it.
“Oh,” she sniffed, “thank you, Lovely.”
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