“And for what it’s worth, which in my professional opinion isn’t a bloody lot, I’ll pray for you.” “Pray to… — China Miéville
“And for what it’s worth, which in my professional opinion isn’t a bloody lot, I’ll pray for you.”
“Pray to what?” Marge said. He smiled. The jukebox played “Wise Up Sucker” by Pop Will Eat Itself.
“Fuck it,” the man said. “Tell you what. What’s the point collecting stuff you don’t use? I’ll pray to all of them.”
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