She fluttered it with a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven breath behind it. “Shut up, you little faggot. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. In this state of knowledge you will be horribly, irrevocably, alone. She could smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. . There are many things which I do not understand.
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