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I
know
your
game
,
I
said
.
"
What
I
did
then
was
wrong
.
I
did
it
,
I
did
it
out
of
despair
that
there
is
nothing
between
us
except
meanness
and
suspicion
and
hate
.
This
is
different
.
It
’
s
vile
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
the
difference
.
She
got
up
and
went
up
to
the
end
wall
.
You
did
it
once
,
I
said
.
You
can
do
it
again
.
"
God
,
God
,
it
’
s
like
a
lunatic
asylum
.
"
She
looked
all
round
the
room
like
I
wasn
’
t
there
,
like
there
was
someone
else
listening
or
she
was
going
to
bust
down
the
walls
.
Either
you
do
it
or
you
don
’
t
go
out
at
all
.
No
walking
out
there
.
No
baths
.
No
nothing
.
I
said
,
you
took
me
in
for
a
bit
.
You
’
ve
just
got
one
idea
.
Get
away
from
me
.
Make
a
fool
of
me
and
get
the
police
on
to
me
.
You
’
re
no
better
than
a
common
street
-
woman
,
I
said
.
I
used
to
respect
you
because
I
thought
you
were
above
what
you
done
.
Not
like
the
rest
.
But
you
’
re
just
the
same
.
You
do
any
disgusting
thing
to
get
what
you
want
.
"
Stop
it
,
stop
it
,
"
she
cried
.
