She endured it all, like a bit of sand that is made into glass, and then, thrown again into a furnace to melt, made into something better.
She said the things she had to say. (Ah, granpere, she thought, did you ever want to kick him in the teeth like I do?) The response was more or less as expected. She was tired-of self pity, so she pushed away
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