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How about we make a deal? I'm going to pretend that you're my conscience, because I sure as hell don't have one, and you can stay on your moral high ground. You are my hind-sighted moral compass to help me later realise that I should not have sprayed that man in the eyes with a can of deodorant, and that I should have cared when everyone's homes melted into the literal sea of acid. Congrats. Enjoy. Cringe. I don't know. Whatever. - Anita Murphy Why we moved to a shrinking death trap, only my mum knows. - Katherine Meredith Let's just say that Cat sprinting away from Nita in a dingy park, moving to Bermuda, and refusing to talk to her is the least of their problems. Or at least a weak second.
The Beginning of the End
