The complex rhythm was like every movement was so intricately connected to one another. My younger aunt stretched her face, and her nose got small, and she thought it was like mine, but I said it was the proportions. She was smiling opening her mouth like yea.
Speaking of my Genetics tag, when I moved to Orlando, on TV they had this lady on a green and black grid, like green glow lines, and they had a joke of like a baby that got big and taken out and grew to be superhuman and only the mom was a certain size. I could never remember what was going on in different things.