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He stood in front of her. They stood eye to eye. "You aren't supposed to look me in the eye. If I were anyone else you would be smacked down on the ground right now. Treat me as you would a lover, your master."
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Always the same nutmeg brown hair, always. I looked across the street through the window at the group of girls in the café. It was her, it had to be. No matter what lifetime it was she was always reborn with the same brownish red hair. And those lips…
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