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She played it,

differently this time. Short staccato,

accented

notes, and the clashing of violin

 chords,

 the shrill shout,

of defiance and untold rage,

her trills faster,

 and faster, her eyes radiated

 outrage and hatred.

She screeched an

 animalistic and guttural sound,

 and the earth

growled in its response,

 as she threw her violin to the floor,

and watched it smash,

  into an abundance of tiny red metal pieces.

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