[Freedom. What does this girl know about the desire for freedom? Of being trapped?
She almost says it out loud. She stops herself. Bracing on the chair until her knuckles are white, as her head goes down. At least she isn't going to tumble out and on the floor.]
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She almost says it out loud. She stops herself. Bracing on the chair until her knuckles are white, as her head goes down. At least she isn't going to tumble out and on the floor.]
...The Balladier said it won't be forever.