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She was guided into the dock and prompted by a helpful police inspector. 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 there gatekeeper would’ve called them out again. But here’s what is different this time. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. The stipendiary would have done it all very differently. But we waste time. I am sure that he can be got rid of.
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