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Oh dear, did I break it? Your angel is dead. I snapped her wings on accident on purpose.
Does that make you sad? Cry for me, I want to see your tears.
Even in death, she is fascinating. I will spend many a sleepless day and night pouring over her remains, learning, digesting.
When can I do the same for you? Oh not now. You are still too much fun.
Where did you go? I don't see you. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
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