In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. They are arbitrary and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. What you did is called manslaughter, and at the worst there is only a very slight penalty, nothing to be frightened about in the least.
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