"Oh my god, like what?" gasped the younger Edith.
"Well...." paused the older Edith, staring at her younger self knowingly, "... let's just say that we both know that Jim tends to only think about one thing."
"Omigod I'm his SISTER! He can't--"
"Believe me, that just makes it easier."
Younger Edith frowned. "Wait, aren't I a hyperintelligent six-year-old? And Jim still--"
Older Edith sighed in exasperation. "Um, you should really just take a look at yourself. The last author broke continuity, you were 14 when you woke up, and you're still 14."
Younger Edith ran her hands over her young blooming body for self-assurance. "...broke... continuity?"
Older Edith sighed again. "It would take too long to explain and it's not like you don't have enough to process what with bursting in on your dripping wet naked older self having a howling orgasm."
Younger Edith suddenly blushed furiously, made self-conscious (future-self-conscious?) by her older self's reminder of the situation. She wasn't sure if it was more awkward speaking to "herself", "herself" naked, or having heard "herself" getting off so strongly...
Older Edith interrupted her younger self's flushed reverie. "Anyhow, I'd better tell you about Jim...."
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