I hang from the ceiling, my head down. How much longer until the master will need me? I want to be in stage again. It's not my fault he built me this way. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the door open. I get a sudden burst of hope. "I-Is it showtime" I ask, getting excited. I'm desperate for you not to leave me again, to use me. "I-I can put on a show!" I pull on my strings. I don't care about the immense pain. "I p-promise I'll try h-harder! J-Just give me a chance!" I plead
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