" Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerful effort. As in all things, so his thoughts came to him deliberately. “I’m covered. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out. There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. That is very bad, certainly, and for this he was extremely sorry. ’ Total bullshit, if you ask me. “I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. Makes you real.
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