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ALT Deep down, Em-Jay never quite left being a child. All those years that certain tinge of naïveté had coated her spectacles, through which alone she was able to see, and then make sense of, herself and the world around her. Only a child refuses to believe in lost causes. Only a child refuses to apply "normal physical and mental faculty" and "imbecility" to the same individual. Only a child gives her unconditional love to all those people, and wants anything more than putting each and every one of them six feet under. Sure, she might've had her precious vision torn apart by her husband and then reality shoved in her face - a reality infested with ingrates, dimwits, and asinine universal tussles. She might've had the chance to mature and move on. The epiphany that eventually came to her, however, is of another kind entirely: if all this travesty, all this... depravity, is what it takes for someone to grow up, then she would rather not.