What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 61 concludes: Then, smiling, she said, “You’re right, though, Peter. You’re a perceptive little guy. It wasn’t intended as a punishment, but that’s what it became. That’s what I made it.” “Punishment for what?” I asked.
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What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 61 concludes: Then, smiling, she said, “You’re right, though, Peter. You’re a perceptive little guy. It wasn’t intended as a punishment, but that’s what it became. That’s what I made it.” “Punishment for what?” I asked.