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“Idiots are highly flammable, love. Let them all burn in hell.”
Loneliness is a strange sort of thing. It creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes your hair as you sleep.
Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion. Sometimes it just won’t let go.
Juliette peels the dented bullet off her forehead.
