Little by little, she stopped hating him. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace.
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