“Maybe he just wants to be loved,” came Shivers’ whispery voice as they set off again. “If men can change like that.” And Monza snapped her fingers in his face. “That’s the only way they do change, ain’t it?” His one eye stayed on her. “If things change enough around ’em? Men are brittle, I reckon. They don’t bend into new shapes. They get broken into them. Crushed into them.”
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