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Neither one of us were ever people to them. He just made himself useful, and I refused to.
It didn’t make me angry, which was odd and uncomfortable; my supply of anger had never run dry before.
and left me with the dampening impression that I was being a silly goose:
To bear the scars of it like a burden, as if there was something noble in doing something so horrible that most people couldn’t stand doing it, for the sake of those squeamish people.
