I'm trapped in a glass case of emotion.
Something unholy is doing its level best to burst out of my person. I feel it writhing. I feel the heat of its anger and frustration. At times it even lets out a cry to split stones and rend the very earth. Yet it lives inside me still. I cannot suffer it to remain forever.
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It is indeed a day of no small significance in the world of writing.
The writing community likely felt a collective tremor.
A tremor... one might almost say a great disturbance.
Access to the inmost thoughts of JCharlton. What more could the world desire?
David: The thought had crossed my mind.
Anna: Very little.
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