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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.












