As a matter of fact, I had never spoken to him before in my life. ‘Why don’t you?’ Melusine frowned at him, grasping the dagger more firmly. The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her. If they become bad it is through inclination, not necessity.
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