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between us urging for someone to speak, until I finally heed its command. “I’d rather never see my own reflection again, than ever compliment you,” I grit out.  She startles just long enough for me to successfully snap my hand out, grab her by the throat, and dunk her into the water. Her limbs flail as I keep her under, the glee in having her this compromised is incomparable.
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