“That statue is sad,” she said aloud.
The other girl frowned and asserted, “That statue is perfect.”
To which she replied, “exactly.”
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I’d rather be a lump of play dough in the artist’s warm hands – always shaping me to his liking than be perfect stone forever wearing away.
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