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A bud of anger sparks inside me, and rather than tamp the erratic flame, I want to blow on it. To cradle and grow it until he and I are nothing but piles of ash. Let the wind sweep us up and tangle us together. Let our demise finally put some reason to this endless fucking riddle.
To Bleed a Crystal Bloom (Crystal Bloom, #1)
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