It was hard for the woman out at sea. The ties binding the other ropes to hers had come undone sometime during the night. Neither her nor any of the others had experience with that sort of thing, and the woman wondered why the parties were not combined. Her boat was small, but one or two others could have fit. The past day had, in her mind,
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I think I get it. It's my story. The point of the story is that you'd have to be pretty fucking crazy, as well as emotionally and physically drained beyond any kind of breaking point, to think that there is justice in the world.
So I get it. Did you?
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We can't all give up on justice, though.
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