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Meet Me Monday: Painted Man (Billy)

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Meet Painted Man, the silent member of Aunt Agatha's traveling night carnival. Born mute and abandoned at a Civil War orphanage after the death of his parents, Billy strikes out on his own once a tragic turn of events at the orphanage sends him and two other boys into hiding. Once he runs into Aunt Agatha, he never looks back. And, instead, grows into Painted Man, whose unspoken truths find their own way to be heard.
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            Come see the Painted Man. The Painted Man has stories of his own to tell, stories that have no spoken words. The Painted Man holds the stories he wants to tell in his heart. He holds them tight and screams them inside his head. But, never a sound leaves his lips. 

             The place where a tongue should flick words through his teeth is hollow, empty. He can scream no words from his mouth. But, all those words have to go somewhere. There is only so much room inside the body of a man, only so much space to hold everything you feel, everything you want to say. Where can the words go if there is no way to release them? 

              If Painted Man knew what to do with a pen, he might find a way to release the words. If he knew what words were supposed to look like when they were written down, he might have some place to put the words when there was no more room in his heart. But, written words are about as useful to Painted Man as spoken words, and about as easily produced. 



Day 6:
cokes consumed: 0
sugar consumed: bread

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