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No one thought of anything but themselves. My happiness, my future was the only thing you heard. Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another, and that’s what people today are incapable of.
There were no photos of the Lebanese men, but none were needed. You knew what they looked like. Arabs. Say no more.
He had looked into Eli’s eyes and seen an ancient person’s knowledge and indifference.
That’s how you should be. Accept your burden and carry it, with joy.
The whole thing was so fucking ridiculous.
Just as she was starting to imagine what this demon looked like, it landed on top of her.
She showed her true face. —there was something in her, something that was . . . Pure Horror.
“That T-shirt. Is it from the trash room?” “. . . yes.” “Have you washed it?” Eli didn’t answer. “You’re a little gross, you know that?” “I can change, if you like.”
Then, on top of that, the complete incomprehension on the part of the guys, his realization that: you know, these are not people worth hanging around with.
In his present state it did not seem strange to him that the police were apprehending sheep.
her
his
Larry fumbled with his keys while thousands of years of human suffering, of helplessness and disappointments, that for the moment had found an outlet in Lacke’s frail body continued to pour out of him.
I won’t let them win. I. Won’t. Let. Them. Win.
millennial hipsters rejoice!
He could. Not. Kill a child.
yay, hurah hipsters!
