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Post by kittykat on Feb 22, 2008 18:32:55 GMT -5
KittyKat was walking threw the museum she never saw what it looked like and she had nothing better to do so she desided to come in. She looked at the abstract art. It was so weird looking.
No matter how she turned her head it still looked like puke. "I never can understand art." said KittyKat
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Post by Gabbi McGinn on Feb 29, 2008 14:42:14 GMT -5
Gabbi was taking refuge in the Brooklyn museum. It had cost her two cents to get in, but it was the one place where the police probably wouldn't look for her. She'd never come before, and figured that she might as well dally about to waste some time. It wasn't like she had some absurdly busy schedule to follow, anyway.
She cocked her head at a girl who appeared to be talking to herself. "And I can't understand why deys aint locked up loons like youse fer talkin' teh yerself," she commented sardonically. It wasn't very kind of her, but she wasn't very kind. Ever. Well, almost ever. Sighing she leaned back, though she wasn't leaning on anything. Several vertebre in her back cracked as well, and she sighed, slouching forward again.
Art bored her.
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