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She Stole My Chair

by ann-witt

Upon entering the orchestra pit to take my chair, I noticed someone else was sitting there. My ressentiment was without notes; therefore, I was unable to emote. With my head hanging down, I felt chagrined because no one would allow me in. Up the dark streets I began to walk, pondering my dreary thoughts. What had happened to cause this rift? Perhaps I never possessed a gift. The playing of the music was sublime but maybe it was just imagined in my mind. It's very quiet and lonely on ths block except for the ticking of a clock. The time has come for me to step outside the fray and determine if there is value in what I have to say.
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