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It was not out of love that I wanted to meet my father, but out of the darkest curiosity-to be able to recognize, in myself, what evil I might be capable of. lse the coals had been left unstirred for hours-there was a creche with cheaply painted wooden figures. They were no match for her. there, and they were forced to sell and move out because their neighbors kept burning crosses on their lawn.
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