If it gets old, we'll just throw it out, as if it's a toy, so what's the big deal?

Played with until it gets dirty, then we'll just get a new one, won't we?

Now, just tell me how long this will be?

How long will this {repetition} be?

If the damn thing's already at it's limit

W e ' l l  f i n i s h  i t  o f f ,

w o n ' t  w e ~ ?

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@White—snow~;;

{♥}~;; That typical little melody the ginger had been oh so well known for singing was floating past her lips in the form of a quiet hum as she waited for a visitor. Pacing back and forth, not even her favorite song would entertain her while she waited. That visitor was known as none other than Allysa Victor, a pretty little Countess who the redhead had only just met. But, being the girl she was, Grace had invited her over for tea as if they had been the closest of friends for years. Tapping her foot along to the tempo of that song, she began losing her patience. But as the last note of that song left her lips, the doorbell rang, followed by the redhead rushing to the door to open it and see who it was.

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