Sunset had her hands over her ears as she struggled to get past the god awful singing she and April were having to be subjected to. It had been pure coincidence that she and April shared rooms down the hall from each other. She had come over to see if Sunset was fairing any better, but April had found her desperately trying to find something to use to plug her ears to get take away the old woman’s screeching.
“I’m not worried about death, I’m worried about my eardrums exploding!”
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