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"Why don't you get up?" Mr. Harvey said as he rolled to the side and then crouched over me.
His voice was gentle, encouraging, a lover's voice on a late morning.
A suggestion, not a command.
I could not move. I could not get up.
When I would not-was it only that, only that I would not
follow his suggestion?-he leaned to the side and felt, over his head, across the ledge where his razor and shaving cream sat.
He brought back a knife. Unsheathed, it smiled at me, curving up in a grin
He took the hat from my mouth.
"Tell me you love me," he said.
Gently, I did.
The end came anyway.
Utdrag från boken the lovely bones av Alice Sebold.
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