human
Betty will never look at me again, Fidelia thought, with a throb of jealousy, turning away from the sight of their happy meeting, and beginning to strike soft aimless chords on the piano.
gpt
I wish I were one of them, she whispered, with the tears springing to her eyes.
human
I hate to be always on the edge of things, and never in them. We never stay in a place long enough at a time to make any real friends or have any good times.