There are some things you take and try to make the best of, simply because there is no way around it. There are some things you accept because there is no attractive alternative. And there are some things you fight until your last breath, just because you can
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"Suit kid?" Artemis walked to the Machine room in a slight daze, holding the book of Shakespeare in his hands like it was the Holy Grail. A book. A real, honest to God, bound in leather, filled with compressed tree pulp, book.