'the scarred sarcasm, unkempt and untidy, ever the acid wit, cuts her to the bone, she can't believe that he could be so cold to her, just last week they were in love, quietly he would whisper in her ear, sweet nothings, of no consequence, now he just sits there, laughing at her, how could she be so niave, to have not seen that he had really never
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