It comes again. I thought I had found a way to keep it all at bay. It was my models that kept me from ending this eternal nightmare of those years ago when I was alone, lost, and new to this life he had given me. Armand left me when he had grown tired of me. He left me, before I could leave him. If only he had more patience with me, he would
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