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VBlog #666
The camera went on and she started to talk.
This was not her usual self talking. It was an angry beast she had kept inside,
hidden, for so long. Still, it was time. She started calmly, looking directly
into the camera. She wanted them to feel the composed outrage. As she spoke
onwards, the composure gradually faded away. There was a look of uncontrolled
hatred in her eyes. The Siamese cat, thinking he owned her and commanded her
life entirely, felt agitated and extremely annoyed. He stood up, this was not
acceptable. She got choleric, screaming into the microphone, distorting the
sound so badly it was barely comprehensible. Suddenly, she said To create? Create what? This is me. This will always be me. If you like
it, that’s fantastic. If not, go look somewhere else for an angel.
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