She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. I see all the Movements. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. But it would serve.
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