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If men were ashamed when they should be, they’d have no time for anything else.
As if they’d just been waiting for a leader, a group of bullies coalesced around him—boys and girls who had always seemed nice enough until they developed a taste for others’ tears.
“I hate to admit my ignorance,” said Nikolai. “It’s so much more fun for people to discover it on their own.
One could plot violent espionage and still hope for dessert.
