[it's a growl, a snarl, a defiance that feels weak in the cold center of her chest (the part reserved lately for badou badou badou), but burns fierce through the rest of her, and the rest of her is more than enough.
carol wants to shout, to shake him, to take a fist to the concrete church steps beside him, do anything to wake him up. she doesn't; just stands there instead, fists and jaw clenched. she feels like she's shaking, isn't sure if she is. it doesn't matter.]
I've seen rotten. I've seen evil, and demented, and fucked up beyond saving, and none of that is you.
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[it's a growl, a snarl, a defiance that feels weak in the cold center of her chest (the part reserved lately for badou badou badou), but burns fierce through the rest of her, and the rest of her is more than enough.
carol wants to shout, to shake him, to take a fist to the concrete church steps beside him, do anything to wake him up. she doesn't; just stands there instead, fists and jaw clenched. she feels like she's shaking, isn't sure if she is. it doesn't matter.]
I've seen rotten. I've seen evil, and demented, and fucked up beyond saving, and none of that is you.