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We were standing in front of the rusty and broken mirror and we were the most beautiful. I had purple hair, you had them green and we were the most colourful. We were forever young, we were liberated and we were happy. I thought we were teenage vampires, who could disappear from the world or make the world disappear. Our reflections in the broken mirror could not get old, could not leave and could not be forgotten. It was us in that rusty mirror - as we would like to be, as we might be, as we are no more. I said that I hate my birthdays as I don't want to get old. You made me love that day because I was reborn as a young vampire breaking the limits of reality, space and time. We were running in circles and arriving at the same point: we were happy and the only bothersome thing was the need to pee . I was finding myself on the path to the toilet but I was forgetting what I wanted to do. I was picking all the tomatoes and grapes, running after butterflies and returning to kiss