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Deceptive
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement déc. 21, 2020
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Marcus Covington had mastered the art of deception. His innocent doe like eyes and endearing little smile did hide the malicious intentions and fatal obsession which brewed inside his head, unknowingly. Obsession for his best friend, his little angel. 

Only after a while did Marcus come to a conclusion, he was obsessed with Lorelai Garcia. 

But it was just an obsession. Marcus didn't love her, how could he? He had his beautiful girlfriend Scarlet whom he loved to the moon and beyond, cherished like a delicate flower, only one of its kind. He wouldn't ever love anyone more than his beautiful Scar.

Who was Lorelai then?
In short, comprehensible words
She was his property
His costliest little toy 
His prettiest little possesion.
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