Everything except my own soul. Bits of painful stuff floating around, like moldy dust. xxx 18 If you change your mind, you’re free to go. The ghost of a smile bends the corners of my lips. The bathroom will soon be mine. I sit on the side of the bed. I know how you hate it vhen I teleport you. I also know that ve could spend the rest of the night arguing about vhether the end can ever justify the means, and get novhere, just as philosophers down through the ages have failed to settle that question satisfactorily.”
He nods, but says nothing. When all the candy is gone and every bit has been licked off of each one’s sticky fingers by the other’s tongue, he looks at me steadily for a moment.
