[She looks at him, eyes narrowed, not appreciating the pointing out, it seemed, of what was simply common sense.]
... I hate it up there. [At least down below she was useful, the lack of violence and strife more familiar to her in this solitude, rather than being in the city where the peace was, like everything there, manufactured. ]
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... I hate it up there. [At least down below she was useful, the lack of violence and strife more familiar to her in this solitude, rather than being in the city where the peace was, like everything there, manufactured. ]