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The Secret Walter Mitty Wait here for me, I won’t be a minute. She was more than a minute. Dorps of sweat started to form at my fingertips. I began to worry. The moon was soon to come up and I was running out of time. My skin started to burn as the changes began. Thick dark brown hair grew out of every pour of my skin. My nails grew longer and sharper. Every muscle in my body got stronger. I looked at the moon, it was at its peek and so were the changes. My eyes grew blood shot.