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@littlclctte

‘   someday , you’ll accept that my life has always been very uneventful and boring .                                                my story shouldn’t be that exciting to you .   ‘

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✁ @johcnna

         ‘   You’re sure you’re okay ??   ‘

     His daughter is a complex thing , he’s noticed ; always thinking .                             This can sometimes be worrying .

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✁ @cruelborn

BLEACHED WHITE hands are WRENCHED around steel bars and EXHAUSTED voice sucks in breaths unevenly . No one turns a single head ; THIS IS SOMETHING NORMAL . Apathetic warden leaves him behind and the animal is STRUGGLING TO SCALE UP THE BARS AND CLAW HIS EARS CLOSER .

'   LISTEN , PLEASE . I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING ; THIS WAS A MISTAKE .   ‘

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@littlclctte

     The better of the crowd has already dispersed , the Paris vaudeville already thinning . Blinking , he’s startled out of his state . Has he stayed this long ? He stole in somewhere in the midst of the show . There was a lifetime between now and the last time he saw an opera ; a much younger man was joyous in the company of music . He’d pay ANYTHING to see even the most critically denounced productions , desperate for the orchestra of emotion easily felt in the mercy of beautiful costumes and perfected voices . How shortly this man was killed afterward . Planning to watch the girl’s upcoming showing , he’s expecting a silent , hollowed abyss where the bright fire used to be , what an unmovable stoic this new man was .          Upon entry , he’s only proven he understands his new face . The front persons are a bore , a clear display of what a lack of passion sounds like . It’s all clean and sharply cut as if reading directly from scrawled notes , lifeless . He huffs at this trick of strutting and if he hadn’t been well concealed in dim lights , he would have received the attention of offended eyes . LEAVE . LEAVE . LEAVE . He’s itching to get away early until           A kindly voice outshines all others . It’s a sound that leaves the theater in a golden glow , not bright enough to blind oneself but not too dim to be overlooked . His eyes are desperate , basking in the beautiful mirage . Her voice . It’s familiar yet new , unlike the others because it is raw and holds hidden meaning ; the character is hurt and she sounds feeble and shaky , they’re empowered and she’s sincere and shamelessly belts the lines . She reveals that performing is , in fact , art and he has forgotten himself . Black eyes are wide and captured . Perhaps death is forgiving .

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Small hands grabbed at Ben’s white button-down shirt collar , stiff from constant pressing . He’s ignoring her wandering attention as he fixes a dress sleeve over her arm , something that’s much harder than it sounds ; her restless joints were always fighting against every action her father tried to make . Johanna’s stubby fingers found some internal strength to tug the fabric further from his neck and suddenly snap his head down. A surprised grunt is coughed as the fabric is brought to his child’s mouth . If her eyes weren’t always wide with wonder, sparkling up at him, and her giggles captivating , he’d grow tired at her acts to seek his attention . He sighs out a laugh as he takes her hands away into his ; she almost couldn’t wrap her fingers around his index .                                           “   Am I not as attentive as you’d like me to be ??    “

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           “   KID , you kinda creep me out .                       tic tic tic tic         AND THAT SAYS SOMETHING .   “

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“   DID SOMEONE SAY SWING MUSIC ??   “

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BLOOD-SHOT eyes are now blankly staring towards the other, feigning an innocence he knows he doesn’t have.                                    “   I wouldn’t know what’s in it :                                                             I don’t make ‘em.   “