She turned and walked out gracefully. Once she was out the room, I counted to a hundred. With a hand trembling I touched the latest stinging bite and grimaced in pain. Blood was on my finger-tips.
I felt like crying! But will I really start blubbering like a Остаться в живых child? Give Cornelia satisfaction of knowing how I took this? No! No! No, I won't!
But, WHY ME?! Tough I would be guilty I would see someone in my place, like this. Hm. Yet again, I sighed.
I can't take this frustration much longer! I felt like screaming! I, reluctantly, brought my eyes to the look of the "food". Sigh. I picked it...
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