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He never makes notes, he just remembers it all, like a barmaid.

He looked at me the way the male spider gazes at his beloved. He knows he’s going to get eaten afterwards, but it’ll be worth it.
“Deal,” he said.

Some people have a talent for treachery. I’m not one of them, which surprises me, given how dishonest I fundamentally am.

I have this flaw in my otherwise godlike character. I can’t help finding fault, if there’s any to be found. So I tried. I was silent for a long time, trying.

"Curious thing. You don't notice yourself changing, because it's so gradual. Then one day you catch sight of your reflection in a pool or a puddle, and you wonder, who's that?"