‘I try to be. “They’re all doing great. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist. That’s really our choice now, defy—or futility. ’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip. She resumed her on guard position, and glaring steadily at him, waited again. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still.
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