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Aaaaaah... catholic guilt and gay panic... so tasty.

Wait... whaaaaaaaaaaaa.......

She knew me then, at the beginning of ourselves, and she knew me now, here at the end, when she did not even know herself.

Mmmm... I am processing this one less than the others.

Oh, no... feelings! hahahaha Kidding, this is so wholesome :D

Shit shit shit 🙈

You looped the chain eloquently around me.

😂

The thing I cant believe is the "that kind of torture is beneath you"
* Swirls brandy cup with piss and blood and nods sagely *

I hope there is a point to this.

Oh, Kanda-kun. You are a man among men!

They are completely hilarious 😂😂😂

Oh, Kanda-Kun! You are so bold!
Hubba Hubba!! 😂😂

Btw, Pleiti is such a pretty name.

Meh... I am done.

Is it character growth if you stretch said character pulling by their hands and legs?

Girrrrl... Run! (From the mc)

I am rooting for the female love interest to find someone who is less of a boring asshole.

Ok, at this stage, my brain still changes Aila to Alia. And now... It is Alia McBain * chuckles in annoyance *

Sweet as candy, but lesbian-librarian can go a long way it seems.

Damn, this seems like the saddest story ever. And I am starting to fear: no, this is going... there.... is it?!

Oh, the CWs are very very very true. Love authors that care to do that stuff.

I lived in those streets for a while hahaha

Nobody can imagine the pain they experienced in their final moments,
and you all, the young, don’t know the horror of knowing that those
who did it weren’t monsters, it wasn’t Jack the Ripper: they were their
classmates, their boyfriends, their relatives, the friendly taxi driver that
you chatted with yesterday, the police officer on the corner.

Nadie puede imaginar el dolor que experimentaron en sus últimos momentos, y ustedes, los jóvenes, no conocen el horror de saber que quienes hacían esto no eran monstruos, no era Jack el Destripador: eran sus compañeros de la escuela, sus novios, sus familiares, el taxista simpático que te hizo la charla ayer, el policía de la esquina.

“At least the deaths of all those women were good for something.”
Clinging to her cane, The Caretaker will turn brusquely to respond.
“Good for something? For what? To teach us that we’re a horror? We already knew that. It’s one thing to voluntarily give your life for a cause and it’s another to be killed for it. Which would you like more? That your life had been good ‘for something’ or to have lived?

—Por lo menos las muertes de todas estas mujeres sirvieron para algo.
Aferrada a su bastón, la Guardiana se girará bruscamente para responder.
—¿Sirvieron para algo? ¿Para qué? ¿Para enseñarnos que somos un horror? Eso ya lo sabíamos. Una cosa es dar la vida voluntariamente por una causa y otra cosa es que te maten así. ¿Qué te gustaría más a ti? ¿Que tu vida haya servido “para algo” o haber podido vivir?

Marisela came to the door and asked to join the group. Those girls taught her to kick well with her stockings and uniform and everything, to throw her elbows, to be brave and to cry in good company.

Una tarde Marisela llamó a la puerta y pidió unirse al grupo. Esas muchachas le enseñaron a patear bien con todo y medias y uniforme, a dar codazos, a ser valiente y a llorar acompañada.

Oh, come on! There are related side shorter stories to the main series * fakes indignation * 🤭

He missed that calm, that sense of hallowed purpose: that narrowness of the universe making sense.