Bartholomew wasn’t at war with himself or his darker emotions. I knew that just like I knew from watching him that Bartholomew was nothing like that-the exception that proved the rule. And those around you-even you yourself-aren’t ever quite sure what they’re going to get from moment to moment. With all of that inside fighting for control every minute of the day, it’s a wonder everybody’s not banging their heads against the wall. Sometimes loving as they give their child a kiss on the cheek and murderous in the next minute when they jack a car and kill a man in the process. Sometimes they’re smart, sometimes stupid. help a little old lady with her groceries. I’m not talking Sybil here, and no voices in the head, but no one is singular within themselves. On any given day someone can be a hundred different people.
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