Fixer-Upper

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I didn’t want the house to be sold at all. The periods in between owners are always the best times, for me; best of all, as the place cycles through owners and buyers become warier and warier, those golden ages of emptiness become longer and longer. It’s not that I dislike the idea of owners, in theory. I don’t like being lonely. Being a lonely person means sometimes you hear whispers, or maybe the whispers are just in other peoples’ eyes: they must like being lonely.

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Bacchae

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Hello. My name is Sanne. I am fourteen years old. I have white skin and blonde hair and blue eyes and no diseases, which means I will command a high price when I am butchered. Today I auditioned for a play in school, and I really hope I get the part. It’s in a Greek Tragedy that we learned about in class called The Bacchae. I auditioned to be a mother who brings her son’s head on a pike to her father.

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