” Her eyes glinted, macabre. That was the only sound he heard. “Will you be moral and your species, or immoral and yourself? We’ve decided to be immoral. My foster mother, Sheila, insists that I go to St. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his.
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