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From the the hallway Cassandra stands idle and then freezes on the rug made of a bear her deceased father hunted and killed to enhance the entrance of the foyer, while a screeming erupted from the inside the closet door, "Dont' trust my lil sister. DON'T EAT THOSE COOKIES. My God, I implore you don't eat those cookies. Lil' Sis, let me out of here. LET ME OUT OF HERE." Suddenly, Lucy seeing a mirror in the closet, with shadowed light from a dim overhead bulb, swears her haircoloring had better not have faded and that is must be from the low wattage.

 

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LOL. My gosh Bio if you read this come back. That was hysterical. I don't know how to add to it. But I'll give it a go.

 

Casandra throws the cookies from the pan straight out of the ovens and into the men's faces and takes her mits to the french doors opening them to her deceased mother's parlor and sets aflame the mansion with matches from Lefty's Eatery only to be reduced to tears as the fire sprinker comes on. She flees while her sister is heard cackling from within the closet.

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Her sister's cackle reverberating in her fevered mind, and the sound of a wooden leg thump, thump, thumping behind her, but from where she knew not, a million nightmares crowded in on Cassandra, half-seen phantoms from her previous life in the South Seas, where she played piano in a dive called The Wretched Parrot and drowned her sorrows with absinthe and Coca-Cola, not a good combination but to a young naive girl it seemed like ambrosia, not that she would know what that word meant, nor any intimation of heaven, since guilt wracked her brains and she knew she could never forget the daughter she gave up for adoption, who in all liklihood was still living on that sweaty miserable island, cursing her birth mother forever and thinking about tickling the ivories herself.

 

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Casandra enter dark store front after running from the piano, sister, cookies, and looks at the man behind the counter with his one thread of hair pulled over his entire scalp and she states flat out, "How much for a 45?"

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After she purchased the weapon, she ran down to Lido Pier, where she had found the piano and a wave of sadness came over her; she put the gun to her head, but then she heard her name being called behind her...

 

oh, and i'm hoping that a 45 in this instance is a gun or else I'M the dead one : )

 

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