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- "I raise my free left hand. The mental suggestion doesn’t work. I don’t even lose my balance anymore.
- “Can’t seem to take a liking to flying. Don’t know how to feel alive—been that way for a while—so I don’t know the pain of living. To be honest, I don’t really give a damn about you,” I murmur, almost singing it. It’s true though. Joy and sorrow, freedom and restraint; I can’t feel any of them. That’s why I can’t see this fuss about being liberated from pain.
- “But taking him was a big mistake. Finders keepers, and I found him first. You’re going to give him back.”
- My left hand grabs the air like a rope, and I pull back. The woman and the other girls are pulled towards me, like a fisherman plucking a good catch."
- - Volume 1, Overlooking View, Pages 27-28
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