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Sexuality was just the pen they used to write the story he needed to read again and again.
“You like to create situations where you need to be punished. Even if you have to punish yourself.
But he thought anyone who knew his siblings would agree Dante needed the lie more than Neveah did.
Neveah thought it was funny how their father never missed a call, but he had missed his own life passing him by.
His clients were the type of temporary celebrities and nepo babies who wanted to retire to an island, when they thought of retiring at all. Roman wanted to own one.
Monsters. They were monsters, and they were eating him and his brother alive.
They are monsters. And a monster ain’t nothing but a beast that you don’t understand.
Memory is a powerful thing. It’s a spirit we willingly call upon to whisper lies or help us punish ourselves.
Roman thought it was funny how the most random insignificant things burrowed into your brain when it was about your family. Especially when it was about your siblings.
the shop is my whole life! I don’t hardly have any real friends. I don’t have a real man. It’s all I’ve got.
“I choose us.”
like a gazelle at a watering hole.
So many metaphors and similes! A bit of an overkill with the figurative language.
his father’s cuckolding,
Do I like any nof these characters? Roman is a money launderer for the wealthy, Dante is a wannabe drug dealer, their sister is sleeping with a married cop, and their father is an adulturer suspected of murdering their mother who was believed to be having an affair of her own.
The velvet was moth-eaten, and he could see the real Chauncey through the holes.
More figurative language overkill.
Now all we make is orphans and widows,”
she was never going to make it to Africa.
“It was him or us. I choose us. I’ll always choose us,”
“Yeah. Making money isn’t really that hard if you don’t care about breaking the law and you don’t get caught,” Roman said.
If Roman is that skilled at multiplying money why didn't he help his family years ago?
There’s a thousand ways to die, he thought, but sometimes all it takes is one thing to make you want to live. Like your brother remembering what you like on your pizza.
If you can’t stomach how the sausage is made, maybe just shut up and eat your fucking meal.”
The devil ain’t got no friends.”
“I ain’t been twelve since the day Mama disappeared.”
Violence exacts a heavy toll on every man who spills blood.
We all fall short of grace, but the beauty lives in the attempt.
This is ours. We have to bear this.
