I was called a monster. At first, I had hard time to believe that. But now, when I look at myself in the mirror, I see a monster.
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"-I hate you so much!- I scream at the top of my lungs.
Instead of screaming back, he comes closer, puts one hand on my hip and the other hand on my cheek, and says:
-Oh, but baby, you can't hate me, we are meant to be."