Thatβs strangeββ I donβt get it . Why only people and not stuff ? Could be a cigarettes nation or somethinβ . So , if thereβs a Carrie nation , people like you ?
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β or question her faith. she only wanted margaret to see the contradiction in what she was saying, to understand that kindness and compassion were not sins to be punished for.
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βwhy are you like this, momma?β carrie asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and frustration. βdidnβt jesus say that you should love your neighbor as yourself? itβs all right there in the bible. are you telling me to disobey god himself has β
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Margaretβs grip on Carrie tightens to a bruising, suffocating force before her hand suddenly cracks across Carrieβs cheek hard enough to shatter the soft, pleading expression right off her face.
βHow dare you.β Margaret said, her face inches from Carrieβs, her breath hot++
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β taught us?β for the first time, carrie found herself reaching for the very scriptures her mother had spent much of her life quoting at her, hoping that the words would mean something different coming from her own mouth.
she wasnβt challenging god β
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βtheyβre not whores, momma,β carrie said quietly, her voice carrying a firmness she rarely dared to use around her mother. despite margaretβs harsh words, she still wanted to believe there was good in people, that not everyone was cruel or out to hurt β
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Margaret approached her daughter wrapping her arms around her; she made sure to keep her close to her body at all times. Whether or not Carrie was tired of her didnβt matter; the parent had the final say.
βI donβt want you hanging out with those whores.οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½
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β her. there were people who had shown her genuine kindness, people who had treated her as though she mattered, and she couldnβt bring herself to condemn them all because of what chris has done.
βsome of them are really nice,β she added, looking up at β
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( she goes silent, her gaze dropping to the floor as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. no. not again. she was growing tired of being sent to the prayer closet every time she did something her momma disapproved of. )
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β margaret after everything that had happened made her stomach twist with dread. and then there was the prayer closet. the mere thought of spending another three hours locked away in that cramped, suffocating space was enough to make her hesitate.
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βhi. uh... i donβt really feel like going back home right now,β carrie admitted, shifting nervously where she stood.
she wasnβt entirely sure how to explain herself, or even where to begin. it was her momma, really. the thought of going back and facing β
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the presence of another was sensed immediately , even one as soft and discreet as carrie`s β-- it was her father`s heavy footsteps and the way gloved hand clenched machete that made blair shift from where she sat . & &.
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