AND SO THE LION

FELL IN LOVE WITH

THE LAMB.

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"i couldn't stop myself, though i was sure it would hurt me later when
i was alone again. he continued to kiss my hair, my forehead, my
wrists . . . but never my lips, and that was good. after all,
how many ways can one heart be mangled
and still be expected to keep beating?
i'd lived through a lot that should have finished me in the last few
days, but it didn't make me feel strong. instead, i felt horribly fragile,
like one word could shatter me."
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