Chapter 7 - Working With Others - (pp. 89-103)

But underneath my anger I could cry. I have an uncontrolled need to control you, To be your only destiny and guide. I know it isn’t fair to try to mold you, But my poor love’s entangled in my pride. Ah, love! Please love me even in my fury, Which rises like a tide beneath the moon. I plead before my only judge and jury: ................
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