So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. She and I were very close. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. He had thought it might have that effect. He gave her silence in return. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice.
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