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My face falls and I watch in horror as she pulls the chair out, sitting down in front of me slowly. I want to scream for help, but I can’t get a single word out of my mouth. The woman then takes her sunglasses off, revealing the rest of her face. You know how sometimes, you take one look at a complete stranger and feel like you know them from somewhere? Well, that’s what happens to me in this very moment. And I feel like I’ve taken the worst kind of punch in the gut. It doesn’t take me even a second to know who I’m staring at. I know that face. s**t. Oh, s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t! It’s my mother. What the f**k?! Beelzebub hisses at her, but she only glances down at her with a raised eyebrow. My cat crawls backwards, hiding behind legs and squeezing herself in the corner. This isn’t a