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i should have wanted to rend him in the most delectable way. and part of me did, but the peachfish's pleadings could not bring me past how imperfect this "angel" was, and though he would have once suited my purposes admirably, the anger at the seat of it was faded to dusky rose, and i just didn't have the heart to hurt him the way he wanted to be hurt.
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