“I can’t give you a life because I take lives. Even if we escape these people at the camp and thrive without any money, I can’t escape the fact that my conscience died long ago. This feeling is within me now; I can always kill again. It’s too late for me to change. You’re a diamond, and I’m a stone; one is meant to decorate, the other to throw.”
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Navreet Sran,
Diamonds and Stones: An Unlikely Story
