Stiff poused, dusting off curtians, whistling softly. Steps on the curtain and trips, pulling and ripping it off with untarual strength. Stands strait looking and what she has done. Grabs a knife and a chair. Get over the chair and starts to cut the remnats of the curtain. You enter in the room. Umm... Fidgeting with the sharp knife in hand. Standing over the chair like a doll, caugh red handed (Nervous) This is not what it looks like.
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