"And now he was alone...stained by his mistakes...immagined himself as the protagonist in a series of still photographs, each picture snapped from a more distant perspective than the last."
"In the quiet words of the virgin mary...come again"
"She'd seen the hobgoblins who were riding shitgun with the drugs and the booze and handsome boys, knew what there was to know and simply didn't give a shit."
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