What do I think's going to happen to me at the end?, W. asks me. – 'They'll round you up', says W. Everyone will expect it. Children will point at my door. – 'Him, him', they'll cry. And I'll be dragged out and shot and I'll fall down in the mud.
What do I think's going to happen to me at the end?, W. asks me. – 'They'll round you up', says W. Everyone will expect it. Children will point at my door. – 'Him, him', they'll cry. And I'll be dragged out and shot and I'll fall down in the mud.
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