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Strangely enough, I don't seem to tolerate food in great quantities or when it is too rich anymore.”“ That's perfectly all right. Most people dig their graves with their own teeth as it is.Andrew Ashling
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A while ago?” Anaxantis asked. “Yes, he raped me a while ago. Exactly nine months and two days ago. What's that? Nine months or nine minutes. It's the same. And it is in the past, you say? Then why is it still happening, every day, every time I close my eyes? Every time I hear someone behind me, and I don't know who it is? How is it that I get an almost irresistible urge to kill anyone who happens to touch me unexpectedly? Tell me, Hemarchidas, how do I forgive, let alone forget, something that is still happening, that keeps happening over and over? How? How do I do that? .Andrew Ashling
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Deal with all this, live with myself, you mean? I honestly don't know. I stand often enough at the abyss of my soul, asking that same question, looking down into the dark crevices where the black monsters dwell on the bottom. They gaze up at me, and I look them in the eyes. “This also you are, ” they say, and I almost fall into the void.”“ And then?” Anaxantis shrugged.“ And then? I turn around and go do what needs to be done. What else is there? .Andrew Ashling
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Just don’t stare at my ass, Landemere, ” he added.“ I wasn’t staring at your ass, ” Arranulf, who had been staring at his ass, said.Andrew Ashling