She screamed and shrieked and cried.

"We're all fucking plastic. We're all stuck in a world someone else made who isn't God and this isn't real and we're all going to be stuck here forever, stuck here praying to a man who doesn't even understand."

They stared at her, but they couldn't move. They were glues to their seats, after all.

She struggled with all her might to escape her bonds of model glue. She fell, hard, to the ground, trying with all her might not to cry out. And then she realized, that was as far as she could move. And she laid there and their lives kept going, but now, she could only lie there and not move instead of sitting there in comfort.

Everyone prayed and mass started all over again. And again.

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