clxxvi.
Genetic patents:
It sucks to be "Cosima"
(the pissed-on fencepost).
clxxvii.
To work on super
sensitive shit, we'll need to
kill your family.
clxxviii.
So blinded by hope (!)
I'm an easy mark. Leekie's
stray report: The Con.
clxxix.
A disbelieving
quiet hangs between us; two
earnest, hopeful hearts
clxxx.
Anything.
"I'll try anything."
"So will I."