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But I do not love you. In the grate were some charred fragments of a marriage certificate. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. Morals only begin when that is settled. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. She had refused to eat human beings when she had first learned her fate.
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