The army got its start as a branch of the police; they trained for years just to parade through
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Descend/Deserve & Brainwash
Drug me and put me in a uniform, Your Honor, make me your sorry slave. They do so much for me, don’t they?
17- have it all
On Monday, my servants bring me platters of fruit. On Tuesday, they pour me rich rose baths. On Wednesday, I give a speech from the rooftops and bestow
Restore/Reorder
I’ve figured me out: I do something stupid or nasty then I feel bad. Then I punish myself. Like, I exiled you. Now I write letters to you
Rerun
I didn’t give into my baser instincts and turn the trees into people—for fifty years, at least, I kept wandering and writing you
16- return
I got a new cloak of scales in shades of brown. I got a new bag made of a fuzzy bat demon’s wing, safe to mix a myriad of potions in above a myriad of flames. I even got a glowy crown from
Equity
If you give a fish to a dragon, they’ll eat it. If you give a fish to a demon, they’ll torture it. If you give a fish to a witch she’ll think she’s equal to the
Belonging
Yeah, Brisbane wasn’t alone. All the cities I found to the south: dead. All the towns I found: ghostly. All the life I found: snakes and bugs and possums and rabbits and bin chickens. So I flew back to
Equality
I filled Brisbane with a bunch of trees. Just, transported the whole forest one set of roots at a time. And I didn’t give into my baser instincts and turn them all into people
15- Diversity and Inclusion
Of the six trees-to-humans, none of them looked the same age. One had gray hair and wrinkled skin a lot like bark. One looked only a few years old, with chubby cheeks and a protruding belly. One looked like both,
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