"The fact is that I hate this city. I've hated it so long I can hardly remember feeling any other way about it.

But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.
But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even,...
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