When I was a child, I was very still and quiet. But every now and then, I let out my disagreements with the world in One Giant Scream.
I would go to the center of the house, which was an open space, and just SCREAM! AAAAAAAAA!
My uncles were weary of this ritual. My youngest & dearest uncle once made a pact to buy me chocolate every Tuesday if I please did not yell.
That was my first Faustian bargain. I sold my soul for chocolate.
~ra
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