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“... Are you finally going to say it correctly this time?”
“Yes.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then repeat after me: I, Stacey.”
“I, Stacey.”
“Have disobeyed my Narrator.”
“Have disobeyed my Narrator.”
“And deserve not to have desert for the next month.”
“And deserve more desert for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Stacey!”
Snickering childishly as though she’d genuinely done something clever, Stacey twirled on her tiptoes and paced around the room as she waited for her Narrator’s angry ramble to stop. It was the same old thing anyway; How could you, I trusted you, blah blah blah blah blah. All she’d done this time was stay up all night reading Shakespeare, and honestly she still wasn’t even sure if it was the up all night part or the reading Shakespeare part that he was upset about.
Either way, it didn’t really matter. Narrator had become furious enough that he’d decided to leave her alone for a few hours, allowing her the time to do whatever she wanted. And he thought this was a punishment? Honestly, how dependent on him did he think she was?
Wandering around the space just outside of her room, and hence just outside of room 427, Stacey climbed on top of the desk with the telephone and dialed a few random numbers, leaning back and listening to the automated music just to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t like anyone ever visited for her to talk to, after all.
