bit by bit , i could feel my strength returning . both are apparently taken for paper pulp . the face i had to die and then be brought back to life by an angel to get . her gaze bore into mine , questioning the meaning of it all . no , but i wanted to , she said , sniffling . half way through he could n't continue , his fist hit the kitchen side and he screamed in frustration . if she had gained her sense and left . 