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. That day Gerald had brought her to this excessively careful house, where she had felt very much alone and very unlike herself. He continued his ditty, in spite of the angry glances of his leader. “Guess who I’m going out with?” Michelle asked her one day at lunch.
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