For a writer it's a dream to sit and watch people as close as possible.
I have a number of alternatives, and each one gives me something different.
How can justice be attained when, in the expiation of an old wrong, another wrong is to be committed? No reasonable creature would conceive of the idea of obliterating ink stains with ink, or spots of oil with oil. Only blood must be washed out with blood.
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