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i'm fed up with you lot - she said, slamming the door, passing through the hall, still shouting something no one could understand, thinking
things do need to be sorted out, so once again she immersed in her own world, locking
out those demons and those always demanding and taking but never giving in return. i'll be just fine with the dirt of my own, i don't need yours, don't need you bring me down. selfish gits, you are