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Her pride is now crushed by conscience; she still wouldn’t make it to a last respect. No bit of her would allow that. She has pierced her son’s heart with love-the-selfish-way, yet she lived to appreciate its seed of her. Had she not ignored the red fuse when it threatened to trip, the walls of everyone’s heart she beat would have held their peace within her. She let the insignificant piece of brass that should have held the fuse together loose. Not as though she intended it would be as gross, her hatred for ‘low-class human’ fueled the dying element. And even though the acquitted partook in the loss, the fire is on her. She tripped the RED FUSE!
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