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“Ma said Bahadur's ma was unlucky in marriage but was lucky in work, and that everyone had something going right and wrong in their lives--their good or bad children, kind or cruel neighbors, or an ache in the bones that a doctor could cure easily or not at all--and this was how you knew the gods at least tried to be fair.”

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Djinn Patrol on the Purple Line

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“Slim says the mistake of all those old English writers and all those matinee movies is to suggest true love comes easy, that it waits on stars and planets and revolutions around the sun. Waits on fate. Dormant true love, there for everybody, just waiting to be found, erupting when the thread of existence collides with chance and the eyes of two lovers meet. Boom. From what I ve seen of it, true love is hard. Real romance has death in it. It has midnight shakes and flecks of shit across a bedsheet. True love like this dies if it has to wait for fate. True love like this asks lovers to cast aside what is meant to be and work with what is.”

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