Little girl from Winchester, I forget your name already (RIP)
The whole situation angers me. Just played with her in mind and I could have kept going for hours. I felt it back then too, but never to that degree -- I never would have done what she did. The rumbling of the floor tom across the floor summed up aurally as much as I could smashing around as I was. I hope they remember every single moment of it -- every little dagger. How RIGHT they must have felt. I wonder how they feel now that she's not there -- lonely?