‘Of course not,’ snapped his friend. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. She battled with a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo.
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