Chapter 17

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I had to get groceries. The people on the streets recognised me and called me names. They really hated me I suppose. I couldn't blame them I hated myself at least the same amount.

The cashier looked at me like I was disgusting trash. She judged all the items I've bought and even refused to let me go without a "Go fuck yourself!".

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