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Sparked by the mess of pages
cut out her notebook is annoyance,
and at who? None other than
herself. Her own hands, pallid
and bony, had made brought
upon herself such a dilemma.
Lips begin a frown, and object
is thrown to the hall floor with
eyebrows tilted.
Now, one could liken her
expression to a three year
old’s after having their toy
taken away; her posture as
well she certainly
wouldn’t have been out of
place in a time-out corner
found commonly in daycares.