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But
what
have
I
done
?
I
asked
.
"
Nothing
.
That
’
s
why
I
’
m
frightened
.
"
I
don
’
t
understand
.
She
looked
down
.
"
I
’
m
waiting
for
you
to
do
something
.
"
I
’
ve
promised
and
I
’
ll
promise
again
,
I
said
.
You
get
all
high
and
mighty
because
I
don
’
t
take
your
word
,
I
don
’
t
know
why
it
’
s
different
for
me
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
I
trusted
you
,
I
said
.
I
thought
you
realized
I
was
being
kind
.
Well
,
I
’
m
not
going
to
be
used
.
I
don
’
t
care
about
your
letter
.
I
put
it
in
my
pocket
.
There
was
a
long
silence
,
I
knew
she
was
looking
at
me
,
but
I
wouldn
’
t
look
at
her
.
Then
suddenly
she
got
up
and
stood
in
front
of
me
and
put
her
hands
on
my
shoulders
so
that
I
had
to
look
at
her
,
she
made
me
look
down
into
her
eyes
.
I
can
’
t
explain
it
,
when
she
was
sincere
she
could
draw
the
soul
out
of
me
,
I
was
wax
in
her
hands
.
