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"Don't speak to me like that, you bitch." She had pressed her face close to Judy's. "I hate that attitude! I hate the way people like you do that!" The calm part of her was looking at that smooth white face, those black, black eyes. "You teachers and social workers who take on the suffering of their clients for your own. I'm the one who was locked up in a torture chamber! Me! Don't make out that you have a better understanding than I do about the way the world works! You, you... virgin!" She was spitting. Judy stared at her, tiny drops of Helen's saliva rolling from her impassive white face, her black hair shimmering softly in the dim light.