Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. “What about blood banks? Have you ever tried them?” “I don’t just take blood, John. "You shall hear," returned Jonathan. "It is your son. He was painfully in earnest, too. “You will not even answer my letters. Could it be him you mean?" "No.
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