Before she did it, they told her why she was the way she was. "You're shy," said one. "You're ahead of your time," said another. "You just want the attention," said someone else.
They had her all figured out before there was even anything to figure out. They knew all there was to know, they saw all there was to see. She was not a mystery to anyone, and so she wondered, What's the point in me?
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