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The demonstration filled the room with gleeful
Expressions, the tiny crystal orbs danced
Across the chestnut fabric on their way to the floor,
The ephemeral embrace of absorbing carpet.

But suddenly the blood from his face dropped too,
Rushing to the places where blood must hide,
He tried not to let the rest of the room
Know his horror, slowly turning away to pre-
vent them from seeing the change in his face.

They had worked too hard
today, they needed to believe.

But it was too late for him, the thought
Had come crashing through
Darkening his countenance.

The question echoed in a cruel eternal return,
How could he ever wash pants
That repelled water?