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She acted of surprise. I could not think but only stammer, I being amazed. It was in my nature, like a deep wound. I was hungry, being hunted, bleeding inside a notional self I would preserve. She was free; never quite fully charged; but crept up, not willing to go, and grabbed hold on one wall to begin to speak, voice harsh, masquerading; and, in all things, taking in others with whom I tried to laugh though they were being watched by calm police – *they* must have been collecting for a zoo, all of us; and I saw her, unconcerned while she sought to be loved, taken over.