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A flower!
They keep driving. The little girl gets upset. Why couldn't we stop? There was a flower, a flower! Stop!
That's not good behavior. Next time, just say nicely, can we stop please to pick this pretty flower?
They keep driving.
A flower!
Can we stop please...
The car is fast.

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She is practicing her piano lesson.
Wrong note! Start over.
Her hands are small.
Wrong again! Same stupid place.
She tries three times, four, ten...
What's so hard? Can't you pay attention?
She cannot see through the tears.
No, not again.
Years go by. She keeps trying.

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It's late. She promised to be home two hours ago.
Mother is crying.
You killed your mother.
You killed your mother.
You killed your mother.
Must be home on time.
Hurry.

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She has mixed ethnicity.
The war cuts her in half.
She is used to that.
Her pieces are on the floor.
Shall she put herself together?

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Run. Run.
She stumbles and falls.
The crowd runs on. No. Don't leave me alone. I will never see you again.
Come back for me!
It starts raining.

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Life is a game of chance.
But she plays her hand well.
She is sharp on each turn, each step. Don't smile.
Move with the music.
It's a tango.
Room gets dark, no one is watching her dance. Did she once have a partner?
Time to roll the dice.

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Life is a duty.
Life is an ocean of odd circumstances.
Life makes no promises.
It just separates those who want to be together. Then it turns them into strangers.
She feels homeless.
She shouldn't. How selfish. She has a house.
She also had a cat, but that was long ago.

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A flower!
The clock is ticking. There is still time.
Time to stop the car.