“—David Hume, An Enquiry Concerning the Principles of Morals Nineteen Lizzie shrank back farther into the shadows of the building. The tribe was just around the corner. No, it wasn’t a “tribe”—a tribe had rules and order and kindness. This was just a…a…she didn’t know what. The scum of the Earth, them, she heard inside her head, and it was her mother’s voice. Who had Annie been talking about? Nobody like these people—there’d been nobody like this in East Oleanta or Willoughby County. Liz...zie couldn’t remember who Annie had called scum. She couldn’t remember anything. She was too scared. “My turn, me,” a man’s voice said. “Get off her, you!” “Hold your horses, I’m getting…All yours.” A third voice laughed. “Didn’t leave much, did you, Ed? Hope Cal don’t like them feisty, him.” “Fuck, she ain’t even breathing!”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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