" "No. 7. \"High Five, Lucy!\" Michelle exclaimed. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. No one had the resources or the inclination to rebuild them. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. As the novel grew Ruth was astonished to see herself enter and dominate it: sometimes as she actually was, with all her dreams reviewed—as if he had caught her talking in her sleep.
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