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I sat, hands folded in my lap, legs crossed, like a good girl would. I sat, head ducked demurely, contrite expression in place, like a Catholic to confession. Then the judge, or priest, or God banged his gavel, frightening the silence away. I glanced up and met his eye. His scowl faltered only for a moment. Then his voice rang clear, "Guilty." And silence rushed back into the room. The shocked hush resounded in my ears like the boom of thunder scream of a banshee wail of a mourner. It rang and rang, echoing, amplifying, echoing. I couldn't take the deafening, clamoring silence. I sat, head tipped back, arms spread wide, like Jesus on the cross. I sat, hysteric laughter spilling out, rocking back and forth, like a madman in the street.
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Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
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I sat, hands folded in my lap, legs crossed, like a good girl would. I sat, head ducked demurely, contrite expression in place, like a Catholic to confession. Then the judge, or priest, or God banged his gavel, frightening the silence away. I glanced up and met his eye. His scowl faltered only for a moment. Then his voice rang clear, "Guilty." And silence rushed back into the room. The shocked hush resounded in my ears like the boom of thunder scream of a banshee wail of a mourner. It rang and rang, echoing, amplifying, echoing. I couldn't take the deafening, clamoring silence. I sat, head tipped back, arms spread wide, like Jesus on the cross. I sat, hysteric laughter spilling out, rocking back and forth, like a madman in the street.
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Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
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