I abhor the subject. I did not let him see me cry, but I wept quietly at night, curled in the fetal position, reduced to the helplessness of a child, while he lay in troubled, drug-induced slumber on the other side of the room. "So easy just to believe. Why couldn't I never give him satisfaction? Because my luck was bad; because I couldn't find many enough of 'em. Mortimer Lightwood was not an extraordinarily impressible man, but this face impressed him. Not you, Joey, not ever.

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