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replied Florence with an insipid smile. "So you guys are werewolves? Do you live in the Violet forest?" Alice's turn to ask. "Yes, we live in the Violet Forest," said Lyndon. "Why do you and Alpha Lyndon want to see my face and befriend mermaids?" she asked again. "Because Alpha Lyndon and I are tired of being friends with wolves, vampires, and humans. I also wonder if mermaids far surpass my beauty?" Florence lifted her face. "Werewolves and mermaids are equally beautiful, the advantage of a werewolf is that he can change at any time into the form of a wolf, while the advantage of a mermaid when she is on land, her tail will turn into a pair of legs," said Joe long.

There was no doubt about it, she and the woman in the glass were one and the same. Amelia could still see her hazel eyes behind those of the green-eyed appealingly beautiful stranger, as if she was trapped inside. A terrified numbness settled over her. She was two people at once. But that was impossible, there had to be a logical explanation behind all this. She was dreaming! Yes, that was it, she'd never really awoken and left the bed. The disappearance of Alicia and Noah was also a dream. But as she continued to look at the glass, her own eyes faded and there were only those of her new self- wide, clear, and expressive.

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And then pens started moving. By the end of the week, Ethan had read over twenty stories. Each one gutted him. A trans girl’s poem about her childhood name feeling like a haunted house. A nonbinary student’s short story about a tree that only grew crooked when no one was looking. A gay student who wrote a letter to a father who never spoke again after he came out. Ethan wept alone in his office after reading the last one. And when he got home, he didn’t speak much, just hugged Nathan tightly, burying his face into his chest like the world was too heavy again.

"Put that away! I don't need to see that!" "I was trying to explain, and you weren't getting it," Fin grumbled. I heard the fabric of their pants rustling as they adjusted themselves, tucking it away. "Look, the male correction center isn't safe for someone like me. I’m not strong enough to survive there, and the higher-ups decided this was the only place I fit. I didn't choose me. I was made this way. I’m a woman on paper, so I stay with the women. Simple." I took a shaky breath, finally looking back. Fin was sitting on the edge of the other cot, looking almost bored. "So, you're... both?"