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Mostly we stayed indoors, sleeping a great deal, congregating wordlessly in the living room two or three times a day to play our games which were, by this stage, compulsory.
When we did leave the house, it was as a silent, inviolable pack - to buy our modest ration of food, toiletries, cigarettes - and we avoided ever inviting anyone back.
I don't know who owned the place. Someone, somewhere must have taken care of the bills. No one ever asked me to pay any rent, and I never offered. A cleaner came once a week - of course we hid in our bedrooms.
Their wealth was unostentatious for the most part, but nevertheless obvious. I once glimpsed the label of B_____’s moth-eaten coat and though I thought better of saying anything, she noticed my intake of breath. It was clear some essential privacy had been breached. Or perhaps it was just an unwelcome reminder that we each came from, and even now inhabited, different worlds.
Months later, she asked me to pass her sweater and as she took it I saw the label had been cut off roughly with scissors. I guess she’d performed this procedure on all her clothes. Whether to save her embarrassment, or mine, I wasn't sure.
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​the aeldari appear very similar to humans in their anatomy, although the comparison can only be made on a superficial basis, for in their minds and souls they are truly alien.
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when I think of her I think of her soft yellow pugface and her violet hands.​​​​​
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"when we do make love, it'll be the end."
the end-love, she meant, the ultimate.
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