Narcistic Tale. Conflicts: the battle for life without success
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They want to see my skull, dance on my grave! But they won't!!!
I'm going to turn off that fan that just spins without so much force. And it's getting cold…
And I go get something to feed myself, but there's not much here, just a few spiders and ants that run through the kitchen cupboards.
I turned on the faucet, and this water that comes out yellowish? I even threw the glass in the sink with my mouth dry and my stomach churning.
Wow, I taste like gall in my mouth, what a rage!
Was it Lindalva's fault?! Or Mr. Roberval?!
Or is it Gertrude and Matilde's fault too? Maybe three. Or the four?!
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