It was a picture, memorable. When he flicked his cigerrate butt out the window. She could still remember it, the manner in which he had flicked his wrist. Adulf, please, I have allergies to this, she'd told him. He went 'holy mary', which made her really furious, but he tucked back the ciger stick. She swore. He was acting proud, like he had some honor badge with him. It was annoying when they were brilliant, and knew it. An idoit who was outstanding in all sciences was a fool worth listening to. She had to listen, to save him. Even when he snapped 'shut up. 'While she spoke. "These? "When she'd questioned the triple six signs he had on his nape. "Your God, is seven. The spirit of peace, truth, righteousness, love, what ever they are. But no one asks what the six spirits of Satan are. 6 is the devils number, mrs moorman. I made mine the triskelion shape so it looks like the Nazi's swasiki. The mark, is the number of a man, six hundred and three score and six, what it means
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