Appearance is Not All.
The words dropped; lead spiders from the paper heavy upon the floor, shattering the windows (glass shards biting the skin). I howled in pain at the sea of faces - a goodbye letter. As an actor, remembering to laugh nervously at the spectators, the malicious joke was played: audience betrayed.
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