Ralliez-vous à mon panache blanc!
I want to write this story as it extends, and she learns about infinity. Deciding infinity is now god, zero must have been an ancient trickster who has fooled her for so long. The math class splits in two between the uncountable and the indefinable. Persecution turns honest belief into the cold creeds of definition and division. 1, 2, and 3 become bland stereotypes used by both sides. Numbers lose their relation to humanity and she forgets how they were once bright and meaningful. But this is because I just can't write about childhood.
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