“The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. It feels like I’ve got a snake of mucus stuffing my entire throat, just one big solid rope. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified.
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