Tamara Rose Blodgett

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From DW:I got it. “Here's the thing,

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Somewhere deep inside, his humanity had been shaken by something so unnatural, so foreign in its essence, his very being withdrew from it

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Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water

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Sometimes milestones are not measured by the accomplishments of society, but by those of integrity