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// Final Scene  
// Story: Mothers and Daughters 
// by Rekter 
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	As we huddled whispering about her, my daughter takes her revenge. In her room she levitates her bow and viola and begins to play. She has greatly improved this winter. She has found in the viola, an escape. She plays a depressing song that begs of the day she will leave this "place." 

The notes fall, so gently she bombs us, drops feathery notes down onto our perked up ears, our visitor, our prisoner...