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For every moment of hunger, thirst, pain or fear she knew, may you know ten. For every moment in which
you could have saved her, and did not, may you suffer a year's deprivation and disgrace. Should you live
through these torments, may they be repeated and repeated until, at last, you crawl before her
spirit, in dirt and in tears, in sincere repentance of the evil you did to her, and to all the others.
She will forgive you, because she was a dog, and dogs are forgiving. But I never will. |