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Who is this sassy lost child
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Raina's stained fingers closed around Johnny's and she let him pull her to her feet. She didn't look back at Penelope or Sam. They would probably want to be together, right? It was okay to just leave them here.

Raina couldn't get the image of Penelope's waxy, tear-stained face out of her head. They had known each other almost their whole lives - surely she had some other memory of Penelope that she could call up instead. She couldn't do her the disservice of only remembering her like... that.

If anyone deserved to go out suffering and begging, it was Dorothy, or maybe someone like Alessio. Not Penelope.

No. No, that wasn't true either. Dorothy and Alessio were terrible, but they had been made that way. The mastermind behind all of this deserved that. Danya? Raina wasn't even sure if he was the mastermind, or just the face of the operation and the fall guy for whenever it did finally come tumbling down. Whoever it was that had dreamed this up in the first place, they deserved to have all of it turned back on them and more.

But here Raina was, powerless to do anything of the sort. Even if she'd had the ability to do something like that, she didn't think she had the energy anymore.

She leaned on Johnny for support as they left the library behind.

((Raina Rose continued in The Path to Eternal Happiness, I Found It))
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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