She had been to San Francisco, and what I learned about the world was from her. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. Katy’s face was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. "As long as I live, I'll never forget that dress of hers," Prudence declared. People were not slaves to their gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to their mortality and suffering so that they may one day enter an imaginary Heaven.
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