I had fallen to my knees and begged her not to go, clutching at her skirt and sweating with complete sorrow and fear that she would indeed walk out the door. She laughed at me, twisting her body and displaying the new tattoos she had acquired, they were his art work. I begged her one more time, just to tell me the truth and not leave, "Did you
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