It was a short fall, and I was on my knees, edging away from it when the first bullet whirled it around. Legs in jeans and jogging shoes, ankles tied together. The smile turned into a grin. A willing sacrifice, a fit sacrifice.
I think you might, might, be able to approach my glory, if you tried. Isn't that like an Aztec goddess? I asked. Me either, I said. Accept it or not, but it is still the truth.
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