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The scales of fortune have tipped once again.
The dead were numerous, catastrophically so: we buried my students, their parents, those they had loved, had scorned, had ignored. Death does not discriminate.
I can’t decide if I meant it and if I ‘ad me right mind. Don’t want to decide, really. I’m not a murd’rer. I never ‘ated anyone in particular. I was just scared. I still am.
Perfectly normal, thank you very much.
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