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I
tried
to
lift
and
push
it
until
I
was
lame
,
and
then
I
got
so
angry
I
bit
off
a
little
piece
at
one
corner
--
but
it
hurt
my
teeth
.
Then
I
peeled
off
all
the
paper
I
could
reach
standing
on
the
floor
.
It
sticks
horribly
and
the
pattern
just
enjoys
it
!
All
those
strangled
heads
and
bulbous
eyes
and
waddling
fungus
growths
just
shriek
with
derision
!
I
am
getting
angry
enough
to
do
something
desperate
.
To
jump
out
of
the
window
would
be
admirable
exercise
,
but
the
bars
are
too
strong
even
to
try
.
Besides
I
would
n't
do
it
.
Of
course
not
.
I
know
well
enough
that
a
step
like
that
is
improper
and
might
be
misconstrued
.
I
do
n't
like
to
LOOK
out
of
the
windows
even
--
there
are
so
many
of
those
creeping
women
,
and
they
creep
so
fast
.
I
wonder
if
they
all
come
out
of
that
wall-paper
as
I
did
?
But
I
am
securely
fastened
now
by
my
well-hidden
rope
--
you
do
n't
get
ME
out
in
the
road
there
!
I
suppose
I
shall
have
to
get
back
behind
the
pattern
when
it
comes
night
,
and
that
is
hard
!
It
is
so
pleasant
to
be
out
in
this
great
room
and
creep
around
as
I
please
!
I
do
n't
want
to
go
outside
.
I
wo
n't
,
even
if
Jennie
asks
me
to
.
