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"
You
loved
me
for
being
rotten
?
"
"
What
else
did
you
have
to
offer
?
But
you
didn
’
t
have
the
humility
to
appreciate
it
.
I
wanted
to
be
generous
,
I
wanted
to
give
you
security
—
what
security
is
there
in
being
loved
for
one
’
s
virtues
?
The
competition
’
s
wide
open
,
like
a
jungle
market
place
,
a
better
person
will
always
come
along
to
beat
you
!
But
I
—
I
was
willing
to
love
you
for
your
flaws
,
for
your
faults
and
weaknesses
,
for
your
ignorance
,
your
crudeness
,
your
vulgarity
—
and
that
’
s
safe
,
you
’
d
have
nothing
to
fear
,
nothing
to
hide
,
you
could
be
yourself
,
your
real
,
stinking
,
sinful
,
ugly
self
—
everybody
’
s
self
is
a
gutter
—
but
you
could
hold
my
love
,
with
nothing
demanded
of
you
!
"
"
You
wanted
me
to
.
.
.
accept
your
love
.
.
.
as
alms
?
"
"
Did
you
imagine
that
you
could
earn
it
?
Did
you
imagine
that
you
could
deserve
to
marry
me
,
you
poor
little
tramp
?
I
used
to
buy
the
likes
of
you
for
the
price
of
a
meal
!
I
wanted
you
to
know
,
with
every
step
you
took
,
with
every
mouthful
of
caviar
you
swallowed
,
that
you
owed
it
all
to
me
,
that
you
had
nothing
and
were
nothing
and
could
never
hope
to
equal
,
deserve
or
repay
!
"
"
I
.
.
.
tried
.
.
.
to
deserve
it
.
"
"
Of
what
use
would
you
be
to
me
,
if
you
had
?
"
"
You
didn
’
t
want
me
to
?
"
"
Oh
,
you
goddamn
fool
!
"
"
You
didn
’
t
want
me
to
improve
?
You
didn
’
t
want
me
to
rise
?
You
thought
me
rotten
and
you
wanted
me
to
stay
rotten
?
"
