By Nathaniel Hawthorne
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“I am cursed,” Giovanni whispered to himself. “My own breath is poison.” At that moment, a rich, sweet voice came floating up from the garden. “Giovanni! You are late. Come down.” As soon as he reached her, Giovanni shouted, “You are a monster! And with your poison, you have made me into a monster, too. I am a prisoner of this garden.”
“Giovanni!” Beatrice cried, looking at him with her large bright eyes. “Why are you saying these terrible thing...
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