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╭ ❛❛ it's just that i fell in love with a warand nobody told me it endedand it left a pearl in my handand i roll it around every night

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╭ ❛❛ it's just that i fell in love with a war
and nobody told me it ended
and it left a pearl in my hand
and i roll it around every night

╭ ❛❛ it's just that i fell in love with a warand nobody told me it endedand it left a pearl in my handand i roll it around every night

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CHAPTER FOUR
A PEARL

VIVIENNA HAS never felt such compelling guilt as when she first heard of Bonnie Burstow. It's not like the woman was a revolutionary, nor was she a prophet or a seer, but her words held meaning and her eyes told tales.

"Often father and daughter look down on mother (woman) together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother's fate." (Bonnie Burstow).

She had loved her mother ferociously, like an animal to its bone, like a lover to their match. She had wept in her arms and her mother wiped her snot with a clean hand, gentle and forgiving, and never judging her for the way she was. That was how her mother loved; unconditionally, through all, and if you took advantage of it, she would teach you better. Maybe that's why Vivienna can feel as strongly as she does, because her mother taught her to.

And yet, despite everything her mother did for her, it did not spare her from the fate of Bonnie Burstow's words— Vivienna was beginning to think that maybe she was a prophet, because those words seem to always ring true.

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