[It had been enough, when others had asked her. And Wanda's being so nice and so kind, it should be easy to say yes. But then he's in her head again. That boy...that boy. Instead of answering right away, her gaze darts down until she sees her blood-covered palette knife. And then, after that, she sees a rock placed at her humble grave, and she knows.]
He saw it! He saw it...he saw! He saw! He'll tell on me!
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He saw it! He saw it...he saw! He saw! He'll tell on me!