“Where am I?” he muttered. And instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. I must go somewhere into hiding, a long, long way off. All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all.
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