Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison. Now she drags me to Mass twice a week, and I have to be in the Church Youth Group on Tuesday nights where we study the Bible and play sports games with each other. She had refused to eat human beings when she had first learned her fate. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs.
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