and shook her head and clanged around for some ale glasses.
Your kitchen is a satellite of State Hall, I chirped.
Listen to me, Sharon said steadily. There comes a point with people, when their language breakes down.
Wha--
You know, with certain people.
And when that happens, they reach this horizon of irrationality where
Where?
Where they are not talking to you anymore. Their language is directed to you, but they are talking to something inside themselves, not you. You are not even a character in the story.
What?
Remember that, said Sharon. I'm glad we're teaching the Malcolm X books together. I see all the paperbacks on the shelves at Marwil's and it feels
so
satisfying.
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