It's not your fault, Madame, but it ain't mine neither. And you have slept through everything, safe and sound and me? Me, I am put in prison again for nowt. So many of us, Ma'am, and I have been asleep under a bench with nowhere else to go again and still you sleep. And now you wake, not even a hello? Not even a 'are you well?" It is just 'am I still stuck with you, Eponine? A dead weight around your neck am I still? Well, I am sorry, Ma'am, that I ain't been reading my letters and I am sorry I don't know the month we are in. It ain't so important to me. I am sorry.
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Date: 2022-10-31 03:31 pm (UTC)