The loss
(I'm being dramatic. Don't worry no one is hurt.)
I LOST A CHILD! The other day my dad sent me a picture of a broken vase I had made. My theatre vase is broken and I never even got to use it!
(Honestly I'm over it at this point. It was an accident )
This crime was committed! RIP theatre vase.
All the world's a stage and with that I end this page.
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