Citaten
Even in the back alleys, overlooked only by service doors and servants’ quarters, we are still hopelessly out of place in our hoods and threadbare clothing.
“Maybe we belong to each other, we who belong nowhere,”
No man is born to evil,” Corayne continued, as much as it pained her. “They are molded to it.”
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