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Now I look back on my life. What was I then? A loved bundle of kitten fur. Now I'm an outcast. I had a den, a Clan, and a family that thought the world of me. But what did I do to them? I destroyed them. No. I destroyed myself. But why? I don't know. What reason did I have? A pointless one. Now, when I look back on my life. I got older. My family did nothing to me... but. I turned on them. What are they now? Nothing. What am I now? Nothing. And I have no chance of changing that. And I wouldn't for the world. So I remain... Nothing. I think of my past some more. It was my fault. Am I wrong? Am I right?

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  • The Tale of Two Sisters
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  • Now I look back on my life. What was I then? A loved bundle of kitten fur. Now I'm an outcast. I had a den, a Clan, and a family that thought the world of me. But what did I do to them? I destroyed them. No. I destroyed myself. But why? I don't know. What reason did I have? A pointless one. Now, when I look back on my life. I got older. My family did nothing to me... but. I turned on them. What are they now? Nothing. What am I now? Nothing. And I have no chance of changing that. And I wouldn't for the world. So I remain... Nothing. I think of my past some more. It was my fault. Am I wrong? Am I right?
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  • Now I look back on my life. What was I then? A loved bundle of kitten fur. Now I'm an outcast. I had a den, a Clan, and a family that thought the world of me. But what did I do to them? I destroyed them. No. I destroyed myself. But why? I don't know. What reason did I have? A pointless one. Now, when I look back on my life. I got older. My family did nothing to me... but. I turned on them. What are they now? Nothing. What am I now? Nothing. And I have no chance of changing that. And I wouldn't for the world. So I remain... Nothing. I think of my past some more. I stared at the ground. Voices echoed around me. I know what's happened. And telling me won't change how I feel. It was my fault. "It's not your fault. It was her choice." Mum and dad always said. "Yes, but it was my fault she made that choice!" Is what I said back to them. Am I wrong? Am I right? I turned around and all the others stopped talking to me. They were trying to tell me what happened. But I already knew. And I knew too much. "Stop, I know." I said, "And it's my fault! I killed her!" I burst into tears and ran away. No one followed me. And I'm not surprised. For I am a murderer.
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