If you had any idea what depths people have sunken to as you reside safely in this high fortress, you would search your soul to find the mote of charity left there. Kneebone. It was an easy one to smell early on, Sebastian had taught her: anything reproductive. Her small round breasts were vulnerable under her mostly nonfunctional Kmart bikini bra. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. She is more dear to me than anything else.
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