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The Scotts were known to be punctual animals. Dinner was served at sharp 8:03 p.m. daily, for years. Except for today. It isn’t until the clock strikes eleven that the main door’s hinges creek with the tired Scotts coming in. “Oh boy! How my feet hurt after standing for hours” winces Mrs Scott. “Didn’t mean for you to have to work three jobs. I know it’s gonna be tough for you…and it’ll get worse eventually. But the times are such tha-” “I get it, honey” says Mrs Scott reassuringly, to which Mr Scott gives her one of his sad yet appreciative smiles. Mr Scott runs four businesses on his own, three of which are doing miserably poor. Not that he could help it. Recession issues, you see. Lisa, the only daughter of the Scotts, starts crying before dropping the phone from her ear onto the floor. Startled by the sound, Mrs Scott springs into motion all of a sudden. “Sweetie! What’s wrong? You okay? Are you hurt? Oh my God are you crying?” “Drama teacher called to say I can’t play Fairy’s role...

"What is it like to alternate between masks between every personality ever known each, but your very own?" The actor smirked, pity evident in his eyes said he to me "At least I am well aware  Of how what I wear are only mere masks that can be removed after all my tasks Or how I can play several roles How I get to choose What could be those At least I'm not Stuck with the thought Of "What have I become?" Or "Who am I?"  For if I so desire the mask's gone, in the wink of an eye..."