"You are my prisoner. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. You shall have room to develop, you shall live as you will, where you will, only give me the right to protect you, to free you from all these petty material cares. They unloaded Michelle’s sleeping parents who had been propped up in the back seat, necks craned against each other. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood, born dead and blue, and strangled by plague.
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