"You don't though," Kathy said, twisting in his arms to glare at him. "You don't. You don't know what Rodney whispered to me between the bars as he was pointing a gun at me. You don't know what a little kid came and tried to guilt me into doing. You don't know what happened to the girl I was talking to up on the Wall or what Josh said when I went to see him...you don't know anything about what I've been through since I showed up!"
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