253 Frames - Original script
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NARRATOR: This self-destruction was taking its toll on the young artist. The authorities were upset. |
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NARRATOR: To preserve its reputation, he was cast out of the Academy. |
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NARRATOR: Destitute, cut off, his reputation permanently tarnished, his meteoric flame a mere memory of a fleeting brilliance in the dark shadow of the noonday sun, Handbags will to create drove him ever forward. |
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