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"
You
think
that
’
s
what
it
is
to
be
a
Meth
?
"
The
word
sounded
strange
on
her
lips
,
as
though
she
were
not
talking
about
herself
.
"
You
think
we
don
’
t
care
about
anything
young
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
I
said
truthfully
.
"
It
’
s
a
point
of
view
that
I
’
ve
heard
.
Living
three
hundred
years
is
bound
to
change
your
perspectives
.
"
"
Yes
,
it
does
.
"
Her
breath
caught
slightly
as
my
fingers
slid
inside
her
.
"
Yes
,
like
that
.
But
you
don
’
t
stop
caring
.
You
see
it
.
All
sliding
past
you
.
And
all
you
want
to
do
is
grab
on
,
hold
on
to
something
,
to
stop
it
all
.
Draining
away
.
"
"
Is
that
right
?
"
"
Yes
,
it
is
.
So
what
do
you
think
of
me
?
"
I
leaned
over
her
and
looked
at
the
young
woman
’
s
body
she
inhabited
,
the
fine
lines
of
her
face
and
the
old
,
old
eyes
.
I
was
still
stoned
on
the
Merge
Nine
,
and
I
couldn
’
t
find
a
flaw
anywhere
in
her
.
She
was
the
most
beautiful
thing
I
had
ever
seen
.
I
gave
up
the
struggle
for
objectivity
and
bowed
my
head
to
kiss
her
on
one
breast
.
"
Miriam
Bancroft
,
you
are
a
wonder
to
behold
,
and
I
would
willingly
trade
my
soul
to
possess
you
.
"
She
staved
off
a
chuckle
.
"
I
’
m
serious
.
Do
you
like
me
?
"
"
What
kind
of
a
question
—
"
