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Halla hated that she had never been able to get angry without crying.
Halla had tried to love her and then had tried to like her, and then had tried to be dutiful and compliant, and finally had settled for not being too obviously relieved when the woman had dropped dead.
“Are you asking me if I think I can fight one guard and a group of elderly women with embroidery hooks?”
One of the grimmer realizations of Sarkis’s youth had been the discovery that knowing you were being an ass did not actually stop you from continuing to be an ass.
If she chose to wander about wearing nothing but strategically placed lizards, that would be her choice, and you would say nothing.
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