Epilogue

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     "Are you insane, or are you purposely being a classist douchebag?" The girl argued, clearly frustrated.

     "You can't excuse any behavior just because someone was underprivileged!" The guy shouted back, "She was a murderer, not a martyr. How could you worship a psychopath like her in that way?"

     "I don't worship her! I'm just looking at the bigger problem here! People are driven to ridiculous measures when they're that desperate. Her situation was the perfect metaphor for capitalism. Forced to work in an unhealthy way to survive, leading to her suffering and the destruction of her relationships? It's so clear!"

     "But this isn't a book!" He retorted, starting to get fed up by the girl's perceived ignorance, "This isn't some metaphor, this is real life."

     "That's not what I mean and you know it. I'm not saying that she was a good person or justified, I'm just saying that her story shines light on genuine issues!" As she spoke, she was cut off by the ringing of the bell. Her class was over, and though she'd usually stay to argue longer, she had a coffee date to get to.

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