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His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. "Spare me!" Jonathan, however, instead of answering him, searched for his knife, with the intention of severing his wrist. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. And talking of every conceivable thing. I was rude and stupid.
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