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His
vile
cowardice
.
His
selfishness
.
His
Calibanity
.
November
19th
For
all
that
time
,
I
didn
’
t
want
to
write
.
Sometimes
I
wanted
to
.
Then
it
seemed
weak
.
Like
accepting
things
.
I
knew
as
soon
as
I
wrote
it
down
I
’
d
go
off
the
boil
.
But
now
I
think
it
needs
writing
down
.
Recording
.
He
did
this
to
me
.
Outrage
.
What
little
friendship
,
humanity
,
good
nature
there
was
between
us
has
gone
.
From
now
on
we
are
enemies
.
Both
ways
.
He
said
things
that
showed
he
hates
me
as
well
.
He
resents
my
existence
.
That
’
s
exactly
it
.
