I dont hate it. . . . I dont hate it. . . . I dont — William Faulkner

I dont hate it. . . . I dont hate it. . . . I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

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