Where was I?
Ohh yeah.
Everything froze.
The thinking man statue craned his neck to see what she was doing.
The cameras twitched in curiosity of what she would do.
Un stared, her black almond nails dented the painting.
It dented the price also.
But that's for after.
She stared.
The purples with begie.
It gave a clue.
Her champagne eyes turned, shimmering.
A orangery.
The famliy backed away.
Muffled coughs.
Other people in other exhibits quieted and back away.
Un eyes were orangery rings.
Now turning to everyone, she balanced the painting in one palm.
In flames it went.
A smirk glided on her lips.
Her smile went into dips.
Someone has had to many chips.
The statue thought.
Her silk press swished as he spun in her latex trench coat.
She looked like crazy person.
A cackle.
She found it.
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