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"Hey I'm in Dr. Bliss's office," Helga says as she looks around, realizing that she's on the couch. She sees Dr. Bliss's chair and goes to it, hoping to find out what's going on. Why would she be in this office at night and on the weekend? The chair swivels around and the poor nine-year-old is shocked at who she finds. "Who are you!" She asks, scared. "You-at age 30." Helga eyes the woman over, trying to see if she is who she says she is. Her hair is like hers, only let down. Her dress IS pink, but it's missing the classic hot stripe at the bottom and has a more curvy shape to it. "Ok Bucko, you can pull off what I could look like as an ad

"Hey I'm in Dr. Bliss's office," Helga says as she looks around, realizing that she's on the couch. She sees Dr. Bliss's chair and goes to it, hoping to find out what's going on. Why would she be in this office at night and on the weekend? The chair swivels around and the poor nine-year-old is shocked at who she finds. "Who are you!" She asks, scared. "You-at age 30." Helga eyes the woman over, trying to see if she is who she says she is. Her hair is like hers, only let down. Her dress IS pink, but it's missing the classic hot stripe at the bottom and has a more curvy shape to it. "Ok Bucko, you can pull off what I could look like as an ad