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September 4, 2011
He was proud of himself, proud of his ability to work his way into a girl's head and make her think exactly how he wanted. I thought about destroying that pride. I could have done it.

We talked about sexual fantasies once. Besides the addition of razors and blood (seriously?), his wasn't very interesting. He told me he loved me, that he always had and always would. That from the moment he met me, he could never get me off his mind.

And that's the problem. They all fall in love with a creature they don't understand.