"I'm better than you", she declared, with her heart in her hand. Her ice cold skin remained unaffected by the warmth of the sun despite her lonely hours isolated outside. She stood amongst the statues, her many 'admirers' as she had coined.
A teacher, a preacher to the 'hopeless', that was, everyone.
"No", the smallest statue, once set in stone, now with movement, now with a voice, stammered.
To be continued...
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