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“Is that wise?” Mia said.
“What?” the old man blinked.
“This is a library. You can’t smoke in a bloody library.”
The old man plucked his cigarillo, pondered it briefly, popped it back into his mouth.
“What if the books catch fire?” Mia asked.
“O, shiiiiiiiit,” the old man said, exhaling a cloud that made Mia’s tongue tingle.
“Well … can I have one, then?”
“Are you daft?” The man peered at her through his improbable spectacles. “You can’t smoke in a bloody library. What if the books catch fire?”
… there are more dangerous things around here to put in your mouth …”
Mister Kindly peered at her through the gray pall.
“… dweymeri boys, for example …”
“O, bravo. Been working on that one for a while, have we?”
“… most of yestereve …”
“Time well spent, then.”
“… there are more dangerous ways i could —”
“All right, all right. Enough. The last thing I need to hear before my execution is you criticizing my choice in penises.”
How better to make us forget who we were, and shape us into what they want us to be?
Flawed as it might be in other’s eyes, this was her face. Mia wasn’t sure how she felt about these people taking it away …
Own nothing, Mercurio had said. Know nothing. Be nothing.
Mia breathed deep. Swallowed hard.
Because then you can do anything.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Crow,” Matteo said.
“And why not? Because I might hurt you back?”
“Because… you’re a girl,” he said.
“Take hold of your fucking jewels,” she said. “Maybe your mother raised you to treat us all as delicate flowers, maybe you’re just thinking with your cock. But there are no girls on the sand. No mothers or daughters. Sons or fathers. Only enemies. You spend a moment worrying about what’s between your opponent’s legs you’ll find your head parted from your body. And what good will your fool cock do you then?”