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The show is about to start.
And she laughed and laughed.
The stage was empty, but she laughed and laughed.
I just sat there, my mind filled with perplexity.
She waved her arms and laughed and laughed.
I sank in my chair. What could I do but wait for the show to start?
And I waited and waited.
That's when I realized that she had her own stage. In her mind. Everyone owed her attention, a lot of attention. She was the show. And she thought everyone knew that.
When no one clapped, she stopped laughing. Hate. She hated everyone.
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