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I left with a heavy feeling. It's hard to describe it. It is difficult when those whom you at best disliked, and sometimes simply hated, ask you for help. They ask so that either you agree and help, no matter how disgusting it may be, or you strike and finish off the wounded enemy with pleasure. My desires demanded to strike in order to break this bastard's back. Just because she... didn't love me? Why should she love me? That question stopped me, that question made me change my behavior, not put her away, but give her hope. Running my hand over her head, I corrected something, just a little, just a little. I slightly reduced the likelihood of irreparable mental damage and suppressed the feelings that prompted suicide. Despair and fear leading to unbearable apathy. I was disgusted, but I did it for her. Maybe,

Did you find yours? Inchival chewed a large piece of bread with a thick layer of ham as he walked. He handed the second one to me. - What? I'm hungry! Can you imagine the last t
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