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I was already pretty fragile, having been given the scary responsibility and then abandoned by my teacher and everything, so when I saw the weird eye I just lost it and started bawling.
Weird-eye woman picked me up, pulled me right 􏰀􏰁􏰂􏰃􏰄􏰅􏰁 􏰀􏰁􏰇 􏰈􏰉􏰊􏰋􏰃􏰈 􏰉􏰊􏰀􏰃 􏰀􏰁􏰇 􏰃􏰌􏰍􏰎􏰇 􏰏􏰊􏰋 􏰐􏰏􏰀 􏰑􏰇 􏰃􏰊 􏰁􏰇􏰂 lap. I thought she was going to eat me.
“What’s wrong, petal?” she asked.
Well, I couldn’t tell her, could I?
So I just kept crying.
“What’s your name, sweet pea?”
But I refused to tell her. If she knew my name she’d
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But she wouldn’t give up.
“Why won’t you tell me your name, honey?”
So that’s when I began REALLY crying. You
know, the kind of crying when you can’t catch a breath and it sounds a bit like you’re drowning in your own saliva, and before I even realised it I’d shouted, “No! Not my name. You can’t know my name!”
“Is there something wrong with your name, darling?” weird-eye woman asked, looking concerned. “Is that why you’re crying?”
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