I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. She glared at him with satisfaction. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. END OF THE FIRST EPOCH.
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