Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
He was still questioning, did the professor see and hear? She was itching to get to do her talent. No one ever liked her talent and she was finally getting to be proud of it. As he kept talking and not practicing the twelve year old began to bounce in her frame.
It was time....
She was doing it... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Hands to her ears she screamed the highest pitch scream anyone's ears had ever heard. If there was glass around it would have broken.
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