"There was a corpse on the stairs outside my apartment. This was disturbing because I didn't put it there. . .
. . . not even murder was illegal on Belvaille anymore. We technically had a government, but it was run by the corporations. And they weren’t about to arrest themselves. . .
I’ve killed more people than I’d like to admit. But there was still decorum to it. Even a sense of camaraderie. Because we all knew we were roughly the same kind of people: lower class garbage. . .
I used to want to know about all the latest guns and locks and gimmicks and who worked for which gang. Now I really didn’t give a damn. Was I just antiquated? Or had the game changed too much for my comfort zone?"
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I'm reading this one because R (husband) is reading it. He doesn't read much, so when he does I like to read it too, just so we have that extra bit to talk about. This one looks like a winner.
I'm not sure if I'm saying that sarcastically.