AN OCCURRENCE AT OWL CREEK BRIDGE

I was driven out to cold and hunger. I could no longer pay for my mattress on the floor. I no longer could buy the bite in my mouth. ... I went away from the vocational guidance office with all the air out of my lungs. All the light out of my eyes. ... My very joy in doing the work I love hurts me like secret guilt, because all about me I see ... ................
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