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A warm, windy day in a rundown project. The scene takes place inside a prison, where a woman is gradually losing her sanity and her will to live.
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| How can they keep you here? Do they think that mere BARS can hide you from me? I will not rest until you are freed from this barbaric, primitive prison cell and set free to live your life through! | |
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As the conversation goes on, he notices the bags underneath her eyes, and the worn look of depravity on her face, the look of a woman long forsaken by life and slowly withering away.
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| Mere words can't describe the beauty I see underneath the years of pain and sorrow. I can save you from your life, and from these walls of torment. This is unacceptable! I will free you little bird | |
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Unable to take the lengthy pretentious overtones of the comic, the overwrought text, and the horrific cliches spouted by the nerdy guy, the hooker self-immolates herself.
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