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Lucy stared like an automaton at Michelle’s unconscious 262 body, revolted at her own actions to the point of shock. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me.
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