He was going to tell me something— and he shut up. It cost her seventy-seven dollars. By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. It’s just upon my lunch-time. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. The image did not move. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. And it's uncanny.
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