So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. 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. She wanted to go to Cornell University to study Anthropology, that was her 183 dream. . ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me. ‘To where has he gone off?’ ‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain. Thank you for walking me home the other day.
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