...peeks in from the opposite exit, silently, helplessly motioning for some kind of information. The Young Woman shrugs.}
Young Woman: (without noise) I don't know!
{The director continues signaling for info as the Young Woman heaves a sigh of humiliation at the ground.
There are no charming smiles on her third trek across the pit- just an unhappy girl with an unhappy frown and a very ugly prologue dragging like an unwanted pet behind her.}
[should revise that run-on crap, bull-shit fuck of a sentence...fuck. ~whoo~ FUCK!]
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