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he remembers when she spoke of herself in third person...remembers the fast thrown
one liners of wit..fastball and he pretended to swing after they were gone..
what was that..so she hadnt gotten it by...wasted her arm on it...but happy that
he missed...except he heard them all..shocked and drawn in and figuring out the
depth of darkness and desire.....figured out that she was broken as he and the
rest...driven like lemmings to the sacrifice...vea victis
was never sure whom was more the doomed...they or she....they for giving her
what she wanted...or she for being her own ultimate little horror doll..
brought to the brink and back...he remembers the flowers alive..and then dead
he would throw them out eventually...when he figured out the kink of it..he
moved from the room and put the game in his own room...still cleaning occasionaly
her room..and often she would come in to his room..
but the flowers...he thought..do they go on her before or after?
only she would flat out tell him without batting an eye the correct answer...

only she would greatly appreciate this and smile in that way that made
him shiver...