"What is it you want?" The question softly asked expects an answer But my mind is like a library in the summer after midnight. The silence thick as snow upon a mountain in winter. Again you ask the question, a coldness in the tone this time. Not a scholar to be found in the library, only silence. "I don't really mind," is the only response I have. The slap when it comes is sudden
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