She does not truly want you as her human servant, but she is angry with me, angry with you for having me. You will be, she said, and the eyes slowly faded, until only the lingering scent of roses remained to remind me that we'd won this round, but there would be others. Don't go there, I said. There was no way to describe the pains that not having eaten for months brought us.
It was their first date. He doesn't understand. I'm sorry you hate what you are, Richard. not quite.
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