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Jealousy How tragic the night began with such sweet serenity as we laughed our way across the town. ...The Love... How masterfully seductive the night became as we caroused through all our old haunts. ...The Lore... How terribly comfortable the night felt as we reminisced our way across time. ...The Core... How deceptively innocent the night appeared as we traced through all our old memories. ...The Care... How frightfully fast the night sky dimmed as I found you under Lepus stars with him. ...The Hare... How clearly the night will end as I rid my conscience of all memory of you. ...The Hate... ...my memories of you ...The Hate...
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