lent, by jo walton
There is no fellowship in Hell, the only relationship possible is that of tormenting one another.
There is no fellowship in Hell, the only relationship possible is that of tormenting one another.
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I felt that I’d been here before, had walked into these grassy slopes on a sunny day, horses in the distance lifting their heads, watching me pass. Wildflowers would have been blowing in a warm breeze.
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trees! y’all! they look like slow green explosions!
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For I will consider my boyfriend Jeffrey. For he is an atheist but makes room for the unseen, unsayable. For he is a vegetarian but makes room for half-off Mondays at the conveyor belt sushi place.
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“It’s normal to feel conflict. You were part of something for a long time. You hate it, and it was a terrible thing. But it created you, and you were part of it.”
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