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She was fourteen then, and already the most beautiful creature I could imagine. I wanted to peel the skin from her body and wear it draped over mine.
It suited her. Being in love made her even more intoxicating.
Maybe they were right to be cruel to me. Maybe I let them get away with it because some part of me believed I deserved it.
I could never unleash my sister on her, no matter how mean she became, because Justine was just a girl and my sister was something more, something crueler, the thing in the dark.
