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Reserve for Deerington
What is it that you think you are doing?! I can't be somewhere else now. There's enough of a horror showing going on where I am.
You don't understand me. No one one but one person ever really has. You think you'll be able to keep up with me? Did those high marks go to your head?
[Winter scoffs, but there is pain there that she can't quite camouflage.]
You're an idealist. Like certain other children I've met. You can't handle me. Go play with your crayons and paints, you'll be happier for it.
You don't understand me. No one one but one person ever really has. You think you'll be able to keep up with me? Did those high marks go to your head?
[Winter scoffs, but there is pain there that she can't quite camouflage.]
You're an idealist. Like certain other children I've met. You can't handle me. Go play with your crayons and paints, you'll be happier for it.