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In the end, did I stab him to be free of him? And free to what? Fuck? Snort? Party? Or free to be normal? It was a very interesting situation, up there on Maundy,” Elliot said. “Nothing like it in the world. It’s a safe place for people like me.” “People like you? Can you be more specific?” He ran his finger on the edge of his blotter, and a chill went up my inner thighs. “People like me means, I don’t know. Fuckers. We fuck because it’s what we do. Bus drivers drive. Accountants account. Policemen police. I’m a fucker. I fuck.”Pages of Use :