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In the tram, my heart really does begin to ache. Thank God it’s just hurting, and not aching incessantly as it did not long ago, after…
I remember how alarmed Beta once was when this happened to me while she was around. That was in the tram, too. Actually, nothing was aching or hurting then, but Beta suddenly asked:
“Aren’t you feeling well?”
“Don’t think so. Why?”
“Your lips have gone blue!”
“Blue?!” I asked. I listened to myself and felt a certain uncertainty. Maybe something really frightening was happening to me? I grew uneasy.
“They’re almost purple now. And your cheeks have gone really pale.”
And then pain really did sear through my heart – from fear, probably. I would have looked at myself in the mirror, but there’s only one mirror in a tram, at the side, in front of the
