The shimm’rin’n’beautsome girl what I seen in this … orison b’fore … was she a mem’ry or a window? Meronym hes’tated. Mem’ry. I asked if the girl was livin’ still. Nay, answered Meronym. I asked, was she a Prescient? She hes’tated, an’ said she wanted to tell me a hole true now, but that other Valleysmen’d not be ready for its hearin’. I vowed on Pa’s icon to say nothin’, nay, to no un. Very well. She was Sonmi, Zachry. Sonmi the freakbirthed human what your ancestors b’liefed was your god. Sonmi was a human like you’n’me? I’d never thinked so nor’d Abbess ever speaked such loonsomeness, nay.
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