"She would remind me that one day I would be a grown woman and a wife, and asked what my household would look like if all I ever did was read. To calm her down...I gave every appearance of a girl thinking ahead to home life, home duties, but it was all fraud. I was like a heroin addict who learns how to appear supremely in control and able to negotiate a day-to-day existence while scheming for the opportunity to introduce madness into her veins."
~Zarah Ghahramani, My Life As A Traitor
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