"Poor Jazz."
"What a mess."
"Well, at least she's trying."
"Trying? She's a mess. They all are."
"Ah, no, they're good people," Corrigan said. "They just don't know what it is they're doing. Or what's being done to them. It's about fear. You know? They're all throbbing with fear. We all are."
He drank the tea without cleaning the lipstick off the
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