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But I let it go, like I let every petty little thing pass while a white stone grew in my stomach that left very little room for air or food.
“Burnings are the work of men. They have always burned us. Now we are burning ourselves. But we’re not going to die; we’re going to flaunt our scars.”
When would the longed-for world of men and monsters come?
