"Oh God," Gloria thought, “I hate men. I hate their hungry faces and their moving hands. I’ll never let one love me. They’ll never have me. Nor will a woman. And I’ll go to my grave never having been a fool for some sexual machine." But then she met the man with white eyes, a meeting which was to change the path of her life utterly, and his fatally.
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