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Internment
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That continuous, unnamed ache I had been living with was precise and definable now. Call it the foretaste of being hated. I knew ahead of time that if someone looked at me with hate, I would have to allow it, to swallow it, because something in me, something about me deserved it.
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If this is Upper Silesia, what on earth must Lower Silesia be like?
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