[ Even in the pit of her despair she hears the telltale sound of a laugh in his voice that she had unwittingly committed to memory. Somehow the amused tone of his voice makes the situation worse and she buries her face deeper into her knees. Cheeks burning with shame she had never wished to be smited into the earth more than she did now. ]
No, I don't! [ There's a loud, wet sounding intake of breath. ] I'm so disgusting. Why would you want me at all after this?
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No, I don't! [ There's a loud, wet sounding intake of breath. ] I'm so disgusting. Why would you want me at all after this?