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Chapter 19
Suddenly the door bursts open and
two bouncers are hauling you away from Chrissie. Chrissie immediately realises
what is happening and starts crying.
‘He forced himself on me! He said if I didn’t let him have his way with
me that he would kill me!’
Shocked at her lies and realising
the trouble that you are in, you try desperately to defend yourself.
‘She is lying! She made me lick her
pussy. I swear I have not forced myself on her. Please believe me…’
A punch to the stomach stops you in
mid sentence as you collapse to the floor clutching your stomach in agony. Not
giving you time to recover one of the bouncers grabs you by the neck and pulls
you back to your feet. As he grabs you
he realises that you are wearing a collar.
Using his big beefy hands to tear your jumper apart he exposes the
collar completely.
‘Quick Jake, this ones a fucking
slave. Get the cuffs.’
Giving you no opportunity to resist
he throws you face down on the floor pushing your face firmly into the ground
with a very large boot on the back of your head. As soon as your hands are cuffed tightly
behind your back you are hauled roughly to your knees. Chrissie meanwhile uses the opportunity to
cry hysterically about being raped.
Using his ‘walkie
talkie’ Jake summons a female member of staff to come and take Chrissie to the
manager’s office to be looked after, and a statement to be taken for the
Police. You are dragged back into the
pub by your hair and through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor where
you are pushed to your knees and your head yanked back painfully by the hair.
A hush descends as the lights
suddenly brighten in the room and the music is turned off. The D J asks everyone to clear the dance
floor, until you are the only one left, flanked by the two bouncers. Absolutely horrified at what is happening you
can only imagine how I am going to feel when I realise that my slave has been
accused of raping my friend.
Still sitting at the table I am
unaware at the events taking place. With
everyone else I am curious to know why the music has stopped and the lights
have been turned on full. When the D J
makes his announcement I have a sick feeling in my stomach.
‘Ladies and
gentlemen. I am sorry to disrupt your evening and your
pleasure but a serious crime has just taken place. Would the owner of this slave please come and
claim him.’
Everyone looks around them to see
who is going to claim the slave. I look
around desperately hoping that you are going to suddenly appear by my side,
back from your visit to the toilet. No
one moves to claim the slave and I know that I must stand up and look to see
who the slave is. Heart thumping I lift
myself out of the chair and make my way through the crowd to the edge of the
dance floor. My heart stops as I look at
you, kneeling on the floor, your jumper hanging in shreds and your head yanked
back by the bouncer keeping a tight grip on your hair and your face grazed and
bloody from being ground into the floor by the bouncer’s boot. Feeling sick to my stomach I step forward and
claim you.
‘He belongs to me. Please tell me what crime has been
committed.’
‘Please Miss’ one of the bouncers
replies ‘follow us to the Manager’s office.
We can discuss this in private.’
Glad to avoid the public humiliation
of being told what crime you have committed I quickly follow them as they drag
you off the dance floor by your hair to the office.
Chrissie is waiting there with the
female staff member. When she sees both
of us she starts crying hysterically again.
‘Keep him away from me!’
‘Please Mistress don’t believe
her. I didn’t do what she said. Please
believe me, I beg you…’ A swift slap across the face from Darren the other
bouncer silences you.
‘Best get a fucking gag on him
Jake.’
‘Look will someone please tell me
what’s going on? You have my slave here
that you seem to think it’s okay to beat and restrain and my friend also here
crying hysterically about something I assume my slave is supposed to have done.
Can you please leave my slave alone until you tell me what is happening?’
‘Sorry Ma’am he’s gotta be gagged’ Darren replies as Jake takes out a large
rubber ball gag from a desk drawer.
You struggle wildly to try and stop
him putting the gag in your mouth. If
you are silenced you won’t be able to tell me the real story and you are
terrified I will believe Chrissie’s lies.
Kicking you in the stomach Jake takes the opportunity to force the gag
into your mouth while you are trying to recover from the blow.
‘Stop it! You have no right to abuse
my slave like that. Let him go or tell
me why you are treating him like this!’
‘He was trying to rape me’ Chrissie
bursts out.
Stunned I stare at her.
‘He told me that if I didn’t let him
have sex with me he would kill me by pushing me down the fire escape stairs.’
When I look at you, you try and
plead with your eyes to make me understand that it is not true. I’m
devastated. I can’t believe you would do
such a thing, after all the promises that you made me, but then I realise, who
am I kidding? You raped me why wouldn’t you rape Chrissie as well. As the devastating news sinks in the bouncer
confirms that he caught you in the act.
In shock, I don’t even think to
question why you were on the fire escape with her in the first place, or why
you would want to have sex with her when we were having such a good time, and
you knew that the evening would probably end with us having sex. I’m so upset that I don’t even consider that
there may be a different version of events from you, and unfortunately I don’t
give you the opportunity to have your say.
Tears running down my face knowing I have no choice I tell the bouncer
to call the Police.
‘Hmmphphphhh’
you try and shout through the gag, while struggling wildly to break free from
the bouncer’s grip.
‘What happened
Chrissie? I need to know.’
Managing to conjure up a pained
expression Chrissie tells me between sobs her version of events, even managing
to make it sound as if she was truly sorry that someone I obviously cared for a
lot could do such a wicked thing. She
also manages to make it quite clear that she had no idea you are a slave and
that if she had known she would have come to me immediately to tell me what my
slave had demanded from her so that I could have dealt with it before anything
happened, thereby laying even more guilt on me for the way you have
behaved. Instead she said she had felt
terrified and truly believed that you would seriously hurt her if she didn’t
let you violate her body.
‘I’m so sorry Chrissie. It is my fault. I should have told you what
Roy was. I didn’t believe he would be
capable of such a disgusting act. I really thought I had trained him well to be
a submissive and obedient slave. I
really can’t believe what he has done to you.
I am so so sorry.’
Kneeling there listening to the lies
Chrissie is telling and seeing how distressed I am at believing you are a
rapist makes you extremely angry and upset.
‘Hmmphhh’
The grunting noise finally makes me
turn my attention to you, but instead of releasing the gag as you hoped so that
you could tell me what really happened, I say ‘I really don’t know what to say
to you Roy. I am devastated at what you have done. You promised that you would never hurt me
again, but it was a lie. I deserve the
punishment I will receive for trusting you.’
Listening to me saying these things
to you is incredibly frustrating. If I
can’t believe you could do such things then why do I believe it?? If only you were allowed to speak you would show
Chrissie up for exactly what she is – a liar, a bitch and no friend of
mine. You also desperately want to
reassure me that you would never do any of the things you have been accused of. Your loyalty is to me and you would die
serving me if you had to. My last
sentence also puzzles you. You don’t
understand what I mean about being punished for trusting you.
‘I have no choice
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The Police arrive quickly, taking a
statement from both Chrissie and the bouncers.
When they have finished it is their turn to push you face down on the
floor none too gently while they place heavy manacles round your ankles. You are then hauled to your feet, a leash
attached to your collar and dragged from the office back through the crowded
pub to a waiting police van. The two
policemen throw you unceremoniously into the back of the van making you bang
your head hard as you land heavily on the floor. Not daring to move incase it encourages them
to beat you with their batons you lie as still as possible.
When you
eventually arrive at the Police station I am already there waiting, having been
taken there by police car. You hang your head
as you shuffle along to where they direct you to stand to wait for the charges
to be read out by the duty sergeant. You
can’t bear to see the look of hurt and disappointment in my eyes, although you are
confident that as soon as the gag is removed you will be able to explain the
true version of events and make me smile again.
I am asked if I am your Owner and
responsible for you. I confirm that I
am, and I also confirm your name and status.
The charges against you are then read out. Luckily for you, it has been decided to
charge you with a lesser crime than rape, because Chrissie did confirm that
intercourse had not actually taken place.
Instead you have been charged with performing oral intercourse without
the consent of the recipient. If you had
been charged and convicted of raping a free woman you would almost certainly
have received an extremely harsh punishment. A severe public flogging, and if
you survived that a lifetime of hard labour in one of the notorious work camps
on the nearby
Totally oblivious to the possible
fate awaiting you, you stare miserably at the floor as the charge against you
is read out.
‘Ok slave nod your head if you
understand the charge against you’ the duty Sergeant asks.
Being unable to speak with the gag
still in place you nod your head.
‘Ok, take him to the cells
constable.’
You start to panic then. Aren’t they going to interview you to find
out what really happened? It appears not.
It seems that a slave’s word is worthless and you will be given no
opportunity to explain either to the Police Officers or me the true version of
events. With a feeling of dread you
allow yourself to be dragged to the cells.
Once in the cell your handcuffs and
leg irons are removed. You are then
instructed to remove all your clothes which you do quickly, not wanting to
bring any punishment down upon yourself for being too slow. You obey as you are directed to stand against
the far wall of the cell, splaying out your arms and legs as ordered so that
they can be fastened to the cuffs secured in the wall. Once you are secured to the constable’s
satisfaction he leaves locking the cell door behind him, although he needn’t
have bothered, it’s not as if you are going anywhere.
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Early the following morning you wake
from a fitful sleep. Your arms and legs
in agony from being stretched tightly the whole night and your neck and
shoulders aching painfully from where your head drooped forward during the few
hours sleep you managed to obtain. Your
mouth is dry and the drool that had seeped steadily from the gag during the
first few hours has dried upon your body and the floor where it fell.
Hearing the click of the key turning
in the lock of the cell door you raise your head fearfully wondering what is
going to happen to you now. A Police
Officer enters the cell carrying what looks like a bowl of gruel and a bowl of
water which he sets down on the floor in the middle of the cell.
‘Ok prisoner 583 I am going to
release you to allow you to eat your breakfast.
You will not speak or make any attempt to move away from the wall until
I have left the cell, is that clear?’
Nodding your head to show that you
understand the Officer first removes the gag and then the shock ring still
locked round your balls. It occurs to
you that he either holds a master key or I have given him the key to release
the ring. Either way you are grateful to
be free of both it and the gag. When he
releases the cuffs you remain against the wall with your arms and legs
outstretched, too scared to even let your arms drop by your side incase it
provokes a punishment.
Although you are starving it takes a
while for your jaw to stop aching enough for you to be able to eat the gruel and
drink the water without discomfort. On
shaky legs you walk across the cell to the food bowls left on the floor. There being no bed or chair in the cell to
sit on you lower yourself slowly to the floor and sit against the wall to first
drink from the bowl of water, desperate to ease your thirst and your dry mouth
and swollen tongue. Then slowly,
resisting the urge to gulp down the gruel knowing that it will give you stomach
cramps if you do, you slowly chew each mouthful of the disgusting porridge before
swallowing it. When you have finished
the meal you remain sitting against the wall thinking over the recent events in
your mind. How the hell did you get into
this situation? You should never have
tried to keep the Chrissie thing secret from me. Trying to save me the hurt of knowing what
happened between you and Chrissie the first time has seriously backfired. You dread to think how I must be feeling now,
believing my slave to whom I gave a second chance, to be a rapist and of my
good friend too. If only you could be
given the chance to speak…..
Your morose thoughts are interrupted
by the cell door being opened for a second time.
‘Prisoner 583 stand up, hands
clasped behind your head and feet shoulder width apart’ a voice barks at you.
Quickly you scramble to your feet to
obey the command. When you are standing
as ordered the Police Officer who brought your breakfast enters the cell,
manacles dangling from his right hand.
Your arms are the first to be secured behind your back followed by your
ankles. Finally a leash is attached to
your slave collar and you are led naked from the cell back to the custody
sergeant’s desk. Horrified
when you get there to find a group of giggling schoolgirls being given a tour
of the Police Station. Your
horror turns to shame and embarrassment as a couple of the girls take out
camera phones to snap your picture. None of the officers do anything to stop
them. You realise that within minutes
the photos will be forwarded to all their friends and soon god knows how many
people will be able to view your utter humiliation. Hanging your head you stare miserably at the
floor hardly hearing the sergeant informing you of the next stage in your
arrest.
A quick jerk on your leash makes you
raise your head and you realise the sergeant is waiting for a response from
you.
Nervously, hoping your inattention
isn’t going to bring a baton crashing down upon your body you say ‘I’m sorry
Sir; I didn’t hear what you said.’
‘I said prisoner 583, do you
understand that you are now going to be transported to Court for sentencing?’
‘Sir?’
‘Don’t you understand English?’
‘Yes Sir, I understand what you say,
but I don’t understand why I am being taken to Court for sentencing. In my country we have a trial first and if
the person is found guilty of the crime then he is sentenced. I have not had any trial yet so how can I be
sentenced Sir?’
‘You are not in your country
prisoner 583. In this country you are
only entitled to a trial if you are a free man.
You obviously are not, so your evidence is worth nothing. It is therefore a waste of public money to
put you on trial. You were caught in the
act of cunnilingus with an unwilling female so there can be no dispute over
your guilt.’
‘But Sir I am innocent! How can I
prove that if no one will let me speak?’
With a shrug of his shoulders that
says it’s not his problem he turns away to deal with the next prisoner.
All hope of ever being able to
proclaim your innocence gone your shoulders slump as you are led by the leash,
shackled and naked to the Police van.
This time you are allowed to climb into the back of the van instead of
being thrown in. The van already
contains three other prisoners. All naked, shackled and collared showing their slave status. The leash to your collar is secured to the
bench you are sitting on forcing your neck and shoulders forward to avoid being
strangled. Finally a guard climbs into
the van taking the last space on the bench.
His presence and the fact that he is tapping a baton absentmindedly
against his leg ensures that none of you dare speak to
each other.
The journey to the court house
doesn’t take long. When the van pulls up
outside the prisoners entrance the rear door is opened and the guard releases you
one at a time, dragging each of you out of the van by the leash, not caring
when you stumble and fall landing heavily on the ground, the only thing
stopping you falling flat on your face the tight grip he has on your leash. The guard holding two leashes in each hand
pulls you in pairs behind him into the court house.
As you are dragged along the
corridor you risk looking around you trying to see if I am there waiting. When you don’t see me you are upset at the
thought that I have abandoned you, and deep regret at how your stupid decision
to try and keep the secret of Chrissie from me has turned both our lives upside
down. Just as we were starting to build
a good Mistress/slave relationship you ruined it all. Perhaps you deserve what is coming to you. With that depressing thought in mind you are
dragged into courtroom no.2 along with the other prisoners. Once inside the four of you are pushed into a
holding cage and the door locked.
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The court usher stands up and announces
‘the court is now in progress. All rise.’
Everyone in the court room, lawyers,
officers of the court and members of the public
sitting in the public gallery all rise as instructed. You and the others are already standing,
there being no seats in the holding pen.
The Judge enters the courtroom and
takes his seat at the front of the court.
Once he is seated everyone else follows suit. The clerk of the court announces the first
case to be heard.
‘Bring prisoner 4295 to the dock.’
The cage door is opened and the
first of your fellow prisoners is dragged to the dock. His Owner climbs into the dock beside him.
The clerk to the court reads out the
charge – attempting to escape from servitude by stealing his Mistress’ car and
locking her bound and gagged in the boot.
The prisoner is not given the choice of pleading guilty or not
guilty. So beaten and defeated is he
that he doesn’t even bother to try and protest his innocence or make excuses
for his behaviour. The clerk asks his
Mistress whether she takes responsibility for her slave, or whether she wishes
to relinquish all responsibility and ownership from this moment in time.
Firmly she responds ‘Sir I
relinquish my responsibility and ownership of this miserable wretch. I declare that he now be the property of the
Court to deal with as you see fit.’
The Judge’s voice booms out
‘prisoner 4295 you have been convicted of your crime. Your sentence is 200 lashes to be carried out
in the town square, followed by a life sentence in the bowels of the prison
ship HMPS Jersey. You will spend the
remainder of your miserable life chained to a bench with the other lifers,
rowing the ship back and forth between
The defeated man understanding that
he has been sentenced to a living death collapses in shock. The rest of you in the cage look at each
other in horror. Jesus! If that poor man can receive such a harsh
sentence for trying to regain his liberty what the hell is going to happen to
the rest of you? Casting your mind back
to that awful day when you overpowered me you now realise what I meant when I
said you were lucky I hadn’t called the Police.
Feeling sick with dread at what punishment will be handed out to you,
you listen while the other two prisoners are dragged from the cage and
sentenced. Each of their owners
renounces ownership of them leaving them to the mercies of the sadistic Judge.
Each of them has been convicted of more minor crimes but both are handed
lengthy sentences of hard labour on the island.
Finally it is your turn. By now you know what your sentence is going
to be. You will be going to
‘Mistress, please don’t give up on
me. I am innocent. I did not force myself upon your friend,
please let me explain….’
‘Silence! You are not here on trial. You have been convicted of this heinous
crime. If you speak again I will have your
tongue cut out. Is that clear?’ shouts the Judge.
Knowing that the Judge is not making
idle threats you stop speaking immediately and nod your head to show that you
understand and will remain quiet.
Dreading the verdict you wait silently beside me as the Judge asks if I
renounce my ownership of you. My answer
surprises everyone.
‘No Sir. I do not renounce ownership of this
slave. I accept full responsibility for
his actions.’
‘Are you absolutely sure?’ asks the
Judge increduously.
‘Yes Your Worship. I am sure. He is my property and I am responsible for
him. I wish to have him returned to me
after the sentence has been completed.’
You almost collapse in the dock with
gratitude. I am not going to abandon
you! You believe you will be able to
cope with any punishment now that you know you will one day return home to
me. The Judge’s next words horrify you.
‘As you retain ownership for this
worthless animal Miss Peters then you must also accept your share of
responsibility for his crime. I have no option but to sentence you to 50 lashes
in the town square. However.….’
Before the Judge can finish speaking
you blurt out ‘No! You can’t punish my Mistress! She has done nothing wrong. You can’t whip her for my crime. I will take her punishment. Please….’
‘Silence in court! You have been
warned once prisoner 583. You will lose your tongue once your punishment has
been completed!’
‘Your Honour’ I say ‘please may I speak?’
‘As you are a free woman, you have
the right to have your voice heard. What do you wish to say?’
‘Your
Honour, please forgive my slave’s outburst. He does not mean to disrespect this
Court by disobeying your order to be silent. I beg you to show mercy and allow
my slave to keep his tongue. It is the
most important part of him and he is of no use to me without it. I will ensure
that he remains silent if you will reconsider your decision.’
‘Hmmm’ replies the Judge. ‘I assume that this animal is a pleasure
slave then rather than a domestic slave or pain slut, if his tongue is so
important to you?’
‘Yes your Honour, he is well trained
in giving pleasure with his tongue. If
he were to lose it then his value would fall immensely and he would be worth
nothing if I tried to sell him in the future.
I paid nearly all my life savings to buy him and I cannot afford to lose
my investment. If it would please your Honour my slave can demonstrate his
skills for you before you pass sentence on him.’
Hoping to God that you will satisfy
the Judge as I am taking a huge gamble, knowing that you have never pleasured a
man before I continue, ‘if he fails to satisfy you then I accept that I must
lose my investment as he must lose his tongue.’
‘I am afraid
Miss Peters that in my position I am unable to accept your invitation as it
could be seen by members of the public that I am taking a bribe in order to
give your slave a lighter punishment.
However, I am impressed that you have stood before this court and
retained ownership of your property despite knowing that you would receive a
punishment for allowing your slave to commit such a disgusting crime against
another woman. Providing that your slave
remains silent throughout sentencing I will withdraw the order.’
Completely ignoring you knowing that
you would not dare to speak again I reply ‘Thank you your Honour. I promise
that there will be no more outbursts from him.’
The matter settled the Judge
continues with his sentencing ‘Now getting back to the matter in hand. You Miss
Peters as Owner of this slave would normally be sentenced to 50 lashes to be
carried out in the town square. Your
slave’s punishment should be a total of 240 lashes to be given 30 at a time at
set intervals followed by two years hard labour on the prison
We are both stunned at this
unexpected announcement. I can’t believe
my friend’s generosity. After what you
have done to her I am amazed that she is willing to risk taking you on. I know that either way I am going to lose
you, but at least if my friend takes you then I know you will still be alive to
come home to me. It will be hard to see
you with another woman but if you go to
You are stunned for a very different
reason. You realise that Chrissie has
got us both exactly where she wants us.
Me forever grateful to her for saving me from a whipping and as I see it
saving your life, and you to do with whatever she wants for two long
years. She told you that one day she
would own you body and soul, but you never believed it would happen, or that it
would happen so soon after she said it.
Instinctively you know that your time with her is going to be extremely
unpleasant, but if you fail to please her she can bring you back to court at
anytime to invoke the original sentence.
You pray to yourself that you will be able to satisfy her, whatever her
demands. You are prepared to suffer
anything she does to you if it spares me a public whipping. For yourself, you have a feeling in the pit
of your stomach that two years of hard labour would be easier to bear than the
tortures she will surely inflict on you.
‘Well?’ the Judge interrupts both
our thoughts ‘do you accept this extremely generous offer from your friend?’
Looking at you I am puzzled by the
look of panic on your face and the fear in your eyes, but I have no doubt in my
mind that we have been incredibly lucky and my friend has spared us both. ‘Yes
Your Honour. I gratefully accept my friend’s offer. I will never be able to thank her enough, and
I know that my slave will do anything she demands of him to atone for his
actions. She need never fear him.’
‘In that case the matter is
settled. The court usher will take you
and your slave to the chamber where Miss Chrissie Van Ness is waiting. There are some documents for you to sign and
then Miss Van Ness will take ownership.
Please remember that if your slave fails her in any way the original
sentence can be invoked and if necessary increased.’
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Chrissie stands up with a smile as
we enter the room and rushes over to hug me.
‘I’m so glad you have accepted my
offer Tracey. I desperately didn’t want
A bit worried about what she intends
to do to you but knowing that you deserve everything that is coming to you I
reply ‘Uhh yes of course I understand Chrissie. You don’t know how grateful I am to you for
saving both me from a whipping and Roy from almost certain death. I really can’t apologise enough for his
appalling behaviour. You really are an
angel and an amazing friend to take him on. I am sure that he will do
everything he can to serve you obediently.
I know that I have no right to ask now that he belongs to you for the
next two years, but I hope that you will consider allowing me to see him
occasionally?’
Chrissie lets out a small laugh as she
replies ‘but of course Tracey. I do not
intend to hide him away. Just as long as
you understand that he is under my ownership and you do not interfere with the
way that I choose to control him.’
I don’t know why but I feel uneasy
about her last sentence, but I reply ‘of course I understand that
Chrissie. I will not interfere. After all I don’t think anything you would do
to him could be worse than what he would suffer on the island.’
I offer her a small smile when I say
that to show her that I know she will take good care of you really and that she
will not let any deliberate harm come to you. She just smiles in return saying
nothing.
Throughout the exchange between us
you remain silent but listening to the conversation. You don’t understand why I
can’t see through my friend, but you realise that although we have been through
a lot together I am never going to believe the word of you, a man who left me
pregnant and alone and now a mere slave, over that of a lifelong friend. You promise yourself though that one day you
will expose her for the nasty piece of work she really is.
Once the paperwork has been signed I
hand your leash to Chrissie and turn to leave. I can’t bring myself to speak to
you because I am still upset about the whole situation and how we came to end
up here in this room with me signing away my rights to you.
Just as I reach the door Chrissie
stops me.
‘Sorry Tracey, I nearly forgot. Can you remove its collar please? I have my own that I want it to wear.’
‘Oh. Yes of course.’
Walking over to where you are still
kneeling I enter a code into the small digital keypad at the back of the collar
that will release it from your neck.
With a small click the collar falls open and I remove it. The metal feels warm in my hands and I can’t
help but stare at the symbol of my ownership of you. Choking back the tears I stand there while
Chrissie places her own collar around your neck. A stiff black leather collar with small
spikes embedded into the leather. It
looks like a dog collar, and indeed it is.
Taking pleasure in your sharp intake of breath Chrissie pulls the collar
really tight around your neck, making breathing an effort, before buckling it
and padlocking it shut. Finally she
attaches an ID disc to the front of the collar which clearly states that you
are the property of Mistress Chrissie.
Unable to bear seeing you wear the
collar of another woman I can feel the tears threatening to spill again and not
wanting either of you to witness my misery; I turn away and head again for the
door. Opening it I quickly walk through
and let it shut behind me. But just
before the door closes I hear Chrissie’s words ‘I told you Roy that I would own
you one day….’
The rest of what she says to you is
lost to me as the door clicks shut. What
I did hear her say puzzles me and if I had heard the remainder I would have
been really concerned. Although in my
unhappiness and self pity I don’t think too deeply about it.
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