“I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. Heaven alone knows why. His frowning gaze came back to her. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. Whatever she does is minimized. Her naked body was an abomination of caked filth and sagging tubes for breasts.
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