No one human was perfect. He, like ourselves, is made to the image of Godand is destined for the same beatitude. You are not a better monster than I am. Evans nodded.
I just looked up at him, giving him blank but earnest face. He took the flute from around his neck and broke off one of the many reeds, scattering it on the step. I hey were alive. I feel okay.
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