No. I won't come.
Because I don't want to play an angel.
Because it's a play. I want to play something I'm not.
Yes, I am. Mom always says I am. And I want to play something I'm not. I want to break things. And scream. And wear torn clothes. And be dirty. Just a little though. Mom says it's unhealthy to be dirty. I don't want to be sick.
Besides, you can't see angels. Angels are invisible.
Mom says so. And I want to be seen. What's the point of being in a play when I'm only me and no one sees me?
Carrie should be the angel instead. She is everywhere else.
This is a made-up story.
The person on the image has no other connection to this story than being an inspiration with his/her face.
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