i, i, i took the blows in my face and my body. all those deaths. the long parade to the graveyard. father, mother. margaret, that dreadful way. so big with it, it couldnt be put in a coffin. but had to be burned like rubbish. you just came for the funerals, stella. and funerals are pretty compared to deaths. funerals are quiet, but deaths-- not
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