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She laughed at that, silvery cold laughter that rose up out of her throat like crows going to wing.
He was every arrogant boyfriend that had treated her mother badly. He was every boy that told her she was too freaky, who had laughed at her, or just wanted her to shut up and make out.
Everything is balance. Everything is ritual. Everything is pain.
