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1 " You one sorry suciopath, she said, peeling off your fingers from her hand in disgust, like they were slimy slugs. Then she went on to inform you on what a miserable, pathetic, shallow piece of crap you are. Then like the genuine Heartbreaking Samurai she was, she dealt you the mortal blow. Your wasted life is a disgrace to dying people everywhere, she said. "
― J.L. Torres , Migrations