“But don’t you see how all this would never have happened without that tragedy?”
“You throw shit in my face, and when I have cleaned myself, say ‘I have cleaned your face for you.’ I would kill you if I could just make myself hate you.”
“So you do not hate me?”
“I wish. Hate would be a familiar thing, and I would understand it. I would dirty myself with your blood and be happy, but I have no hate. I have no wish to be dirty again. If I had a wish, I’d wish to never see you again.”
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