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I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.

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Word of advice. These have a kick, so don’t suck too hard—” Holy hypoxia, Batman.
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Do you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence. She'd started to sob then. I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see. -Marissa to Wrath
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