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Those who had never experienced oppression or an -ism lived as they always had: oblivious, privileged. Her own upbringing should have marked her for that callous delusion that the only color that mattered was the green of money.
Or the T-shirt they wore that declared “Fuck the patriarchy! Read romance!�
If time were truly of the essence, Mirko Aston could just contact the clinic himself, couldn’t he? He wanted to have total control and yet delegate to flunkies at the same time. But this wasn’t something you pointed out to self-proclaimed supervillains.
Tavi had to laugh at the sheer humanity of it. Vampires at diners while the sun was still in the sky. Vampires taking the subway. Such mundanities. Somewhere, a goth teenager was experiencing a keen yet inexplicable sense of disappointment over two creatures of the night hopping on an A train to Fulton Street.
