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1 " Fuck all these people who want in your pants, Darkness. I'm getting sick of it. If I'm going to fucking wear a Jesus beard you're going to wear a chastity belt." Black blinked up at the sky. "It's not a Jesus beard." The hand in his hair tightened before loosening and allowing him to straighten his head. Starr's jealous lover scowl had given way to a pout. "I look like Jesus. Or a Mexican Santa." Sensing "
― Tricia Owens , Exchange of Power (Juxtapose City #8)
