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Once upon a time, there was a young girl inside an old woman. The girl was ageless, having stuck like a broken record at the ages of 15, 12, 10, 8, and 5. The body that housed her, however, continued on through timespace, until one day the young girl found herself stuck in a chair with extreme, high-voltage pain in the small of her very back.

"Ouch!" she cried, though no one was near.

Sitting was pain, but so too was the effort to stand. She slid gingerly to the floor, a razor slicing randomly into her lower spinal nerves as she did so. And there she sat for years, crouched and immobile and without a muscle relaxer or speck of Ibuprofen in sight.

The dog and cat eventually passed on, the dog from lack of food, the cat from loneliness.

"Please, help me," the young girl would occasionally mutter. But only the landscaping company's edging crew ever caught glimpses of her, and they had no interest in helping what to their eyes was a saggy old lady crouched awkardly on the floor.

Shortly before her death, the young girl entered the well-documented stage of grief known as 'Bargaining." And it was here that she promised her god that she would never move furniture alone again, no matter what, if only he would please fix her back this one time.

He didn't.
She crumbled.
The furniture stayed put.