Three women came to Grace's room late at night, and the old woman stubbornly believed that Grace had seduced her husband. She asked two other women to hold Grace and smashed the seven little pottery figures she had bought with hard money in the town in front of her. The old woman said that if she could control her tears with her calm thoughts, she would stop. "Grace has had many experiences of controlling her feelings in her life, so she doesn't believe she can't control it now. But the ceramics shattered on the ground like human flesh disintegrating. Those human figures seemed to be The results of her encounter with the town. They seemed to prove that whatever she suffered, something of value was created. Grace couldn't take it anymore. She cried like she never grew up ". I saw the tears that Grace could not bear and shed. The old woman finally broke all the ceramic villains. How arrogant she had been, stubbornly believing in goodness, believing that she could make the world a better place. But her moral heart was destroyed by this seemingly simple town, bit by bit until it was completely destroyed. She fled to this town on her way from the evil's grip, thinking that as long as she fulfilled the demands of everyone here, she could survive here. But she upsets the balance here, one that is stubborn and untouchable. She thought Tom would always help her. Unable to bear, she finally tried to escape, but was sent back. It's ridiculous that she doesn't belong in this town and now doesn't even have the humble right to leave. She was put on a leash, bells, and treated like a dog. The men in the town use her as a tool to vent their desires. The children threw mud on her bed and smashed her windows. What she didn't want to doubt was finally questioned. Her kindness was ruthlessly shattered. They didn't make room for her or themselves. Hate exploitation, hate lies, hate betrayal, hate weakness. Out of selfishness, Tom dialed the phone number left to him by the man in the car. He didn't know what that would bring, he thought it was a benefit, a fortune, or just inspiration to write. Her suspicions were right. She saw the difference between the people in this town and her family, but it was small. She uses her heart to measure. Light penetrates the imperfections of architecture and human imperfections. She found the answer. She made the decision, when her father's and his gangsters and criminals were accomplices, to accept her father's rights. The first thing she did with her power was to give orders to kill the whole town. So decisive, so clean.
Too aware of the role of the world. It's a habit that has lasted for thousands of years, and everyone knows what to do in such a role. It's so easy to tell what to leave and what not to leave. She did so. I don't feel wrong.
I keep thinking, keep thinking, morality, something about this word in my life. At night, when my space falls into total darkness, I also fall into total thinking. I think I am essentially a cruel person. I am decisive in doing things, and I have not yet broken out of cruelty, because I can still endure this world. When the day comes, the eyes are slightly swollen, and the whole person will suddenly be in a daze, thinking of certain plots in the movie. I tried to convey to the people around me what I was thinking, but it didn't work, it didn't work. I have to find my way out.
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