Letters were carved within her skin. Blood bubbled out, trailing red tears along her skin. She was in shock. Too much shock to comprehend. Her skin stung like a million ants had bitten her. He entered the room, his eyes full of something. Lust? Anger? Madness? She wasn't quite sure. "No . . ." she murmured, watching...
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"I love him." "But i don't love her." "I'm nice to him." "I'm rude to her." "I know he doesn't like me." "She knows i hate her." "We were arranged." "We were arranged." "His parents hate me." "Her parents love me." "I wanted to stay but..." "She wanted to stay but..." "He told me to go." "I told her to go. And it was...
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