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There was a girl, a girl who I
had befriended on the road, earlier. Her name was
Satenig. I remember her very well. She was not too
strong. I saw her again in that basement. In the
basement of the school where they had thrown us. She was
there. She had a little bit of money and she gave it to
me. "Don't let them take me," she said. "Don't let them
take me." They would come around everyday and take
whoever was dead or very weak. She was not in good
shape, she was very weak. I stood her up and leaned on
her. Held her up, so. They came. I was holding her
up, leaning her up against the wall. But they saw her
and took her… took her… |
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