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           It’sputmeinarottenposition.WhyIthoughtyoudespisedmeisthatIcan’thelpfeelingthatyou’vegotarightto.ThefactisIcan’taffordtorunaroundwithpeoplewhoaresomuchricherthanIam.IwasafooltothinkIcould.It’sbeenfunandI’vehadagrandtime,butnowI’mthrough.I’mnotgoingtoseeyouanymore."

           Shegaveadeepsigh.

           "Youdon’tcaretwohootsforme.That’swhatthatmeans."

           "That’snotfair."

           "You’reeverythingintheworldtome.Youknowthat.I’msolonelyandyourfriendshipmeantagreatdealtome.I’msurroundedbyhangers-onandparasitesandIknewyouweredisinterested.IfeltIcouldrelyonyou.Isolovedbeingwithyou.YouweretheonlypersonintheworldwithwhomIcouldbeentirelymyself.Don’tyouknowwhatapleasureitwastometohelpyoualittle?Itwasn’tforyoursakeImadeyoulittlepresents,itwasformyown;itmademesohappytoseeyouusingthethingsI’dgivenyou.Ifyou’dcaredformeatalltheywouldn’thavehumiliatedyou,you’dhavebeentouchedtoowemesomething."

           Sheturnedhereyesonhimoncemore.Shecouldalwayscryeasily,andshewasreallysomiserablenowthatshedidnothavetomakeevenasmalleffort.Hehadneverseenhercrybefore.Shecouldcry,withoutsobbing,herwonderfuldarkeyeswideopen,withafacethatwasalmostrigid.Greatheavytearsrandownit.Andherquietness,theimmobilityofthetragicbody,wereterriblymoving.Shehadn’tcriedlikethatsinceshecriedinTheStrickenHeart.