272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. My janizaries shall go with me. ‘They weren’t no soldiers. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. “Come with me.
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