My finger slowly moves back and forth casting away the very last dry rubber cement. Fluttering through the air the freshly mounted paper slowly falls into place. Slice, slice, slice, slam. The sounds of the primary workroom paper cutter finishing my work. A heavy weight lifted off my shoulders, my prison bars crumbled. I was free, all free, and now, what next, no work, no RESPONSIBILITY. Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
The angels sing.
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