A Martha sketch.

It was then that her head began to hurt. She didn’t know how it started. It simply had just begun without warning. In a matter of seconds, she was clutching her brain and then fell over.

Martha had a very sensitive body and she knew it. Her family all knew and she reminded all her friends about three times a week that she hated the cold, that a papercut was like a saw cut, that UV light made her skin itch minutes upon contact, the list went on and on. Yet here she was, screaming silently into ground with no one to hear her.

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