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 I'm not racist.  Seriously, I don't not want to sound racist, but; I hate
humans, and would just as soon start over with the cockroaches.  However,
this one's about racism, and fetishizes racial humiliation.  So, if you're
triggered by such words, don't read it.  Also, female rape, of all ages,
pretty much throughout.  #NotAllMen?  Well, all women, at least in this
story, no man's land.  Either a victim, or abuser, most likely both.  This
one's going straight to Non-con when it's done.
   If I don't need a new folder for snuff, for a friend.  Who can't post
this kind of story on her sight, because Snuff.  So, this one's for you,
Lesli.  My inspiration, in case you're wondering why it inexplicitly
escalated likeat.
   ;
   Isadore {GF Stalk}
   Eileen lived in the building next door.  Well, sort of, but if I went
out on the balcony I could see her, sometimes.  Smoking a cigarette down on
her patio, or even through her window, into her bedroom.  I didn't know she
was even into girls at first.  Her toys were definitely male, the big one
sticking out the end of her bed so she could bend over, back up to fuck it
on the floor.  She certainly had no idea I was watching, and playing with
myself.  I'm not even sure why, there was just something about her.  Long
auburn waves, large full breasts, the way she didn't close the blinds to
her window, and how she fucked herself shamelessly at night.
   Single, she lived alone which ment no kids of her own.  So, I suppose I
assumed she was straight, and just couldn't get a man.  So, I can't even
say for sure how long I snuck out my window to the balcony, with my
grandmother's binoculars.  She used to birdwatch, then she died.  I stole
them before the estate sale, so I could be closer to her, or at least see
her better from afar.  Always, or as long as I remember, touching myself,
and thinking of her.  Touching me instead.
   First on the legs, holding my knees together, the naughtiness of it all
a big portion of the fantasy.  Women aren't supposed to touch little girls,
not like that!  Gasp!  We're certainly not supposed to want it, but then
relaxing a little from the slow gentle caresses, up my thigh, her fingers
closer to the hem of my nighty, my panties until my fingers shake and I
have to brace the binoculars on the railing.  Relax enough to pull my knees
apart.  'No, stop.' Whispering to myself.  But she doesn't, slipping my
nighty up my lap, above the front of my panties, pulling out the crotch to
slip her fingertips inside the legs, 'please don't.'
   Playing hard to get, as if I don't want her to, yearn and dream of it
until I wake up lusting for her.  Another glance at her, naked or waking up
in her underwear.  Seeing me at her window, before school, and coming to
me. Letting me in to make me her's.  'Please don't stop.' Pulling them
aside, and licking my fingers.  To wet them in my mouth, suck on them a
little, even force them in.  Gag me so I cough, and the thick snotty spit
comes out.  Runs down my fingers, slicks over my hairless lips, inside
them. Inside me.  "Mh!" Not too loud, so anyone hears my cries.  My moans,
when I rape myself, and wish it was her.  Not gently, not lovingly.  I
don't want her to make love, I want her to rape me.  Roughly, brutally
taking my cherry again, and again, so I bleed.  Every time, scratching
myself inside with my nails.  It only makes me wetter, for her.
   The way she sucked on her toy, like a cock to cough and spit it out. 
Let it run down, and slick it on with her hand.  Like a hand-job, jerking
off a man, like my daddy does or the girls in his movies.  That's why I
thought she was straight, and wanted a man.  That just made it so much more
exciting, the thought of seducing her, I don't fucking know.  The fantasy
changes, I don't know if I want her to kidnap and rape me, or to seduce her
into loving me, or frantically molest me.  Sometimes all 3 at once.  I just
know I want her, more than anything.  I just can't, go to her, and say
anything.  So, I watch her, and play with myself until it feels so good,
sometimes I even pass out.  I wake up, on the porch, fingers sticky and
bloody from playing with myself.
   I was delighted when I started bleeding, for real.  Not just making
myself bleed, but on the days when I did already.  Felt the grittiness
leaking out.  To finger out and eat from my hand.  I love it, and when it
ends, I count the days when I can do it again.  Scracth myself up inside to
bleed that way, and pretend it's my long gone cherry.  Picked out so long
ago I don't even remember it, just the memory of remembering it.  Playing
with myself as if it was the first time, all over again.  When I first felt
that glorious pain, smelled the mettalic tang, and tasted it on my fingers,
to get them even wetter.  Make my drool curdle, thick and nasty.
   She shaves, I can't see it because her bathroom is inside.  Like mine I
suppose, like the opposite of my building, she doesn't have a bathroom
window either.  I wonder what she uses the front bedroom for, living alone.
Without her parents, or children of her own.  She's also fairly young. 
Older than me, old enough to work, out of school, dresses kind of plain,
and acts shy.  Hiding her lovely hazel eyes in her long overgrown bangs. 
Avoiding people's eyes, not talking to men, at least I never seen her with
one.  Bringing one home, to fuck her.  Just her toys, especially the big
one with the handle, to stick between the matress, and box spring.
   But I can see her clean shaven pussy, bent over to suck it like a dick,
before she turns around.  To fuck it, sometimes it has dark stubble on it,
until she goes in her bathroom.  Then comes out with it fresh and clean as
a baby.  Sometimes she has razor rash too, so I borrow my daddy's razor. 
To get the few hairs I have, knowing she would like that.  I like it too,
especially the fat puff in front when it's freshly shaven, and slick with
fresh blood, from nicking it, when I'm not on my period.  Then I don't have
to stop to wet my fingers.  Suck them and tickle my throat to gag and
cough. They're already wet, and I can smell the bitter tang of the blood.
   Eileen {FG Hemo/Mena, Seduce Reluctant.}
   They called her "Bloody Mary." At the pool, pointing and yelling "Eww!"
when she started soaking through, then the stain in the crotch of her 1
peice, a little too tight to hang loose, pulled tight over her puffy
bleeding cunt.
   "Mary?" Or perhaps Maria.  Hispanic, I believe.
   She shook her head, "Isadore." I covered her with a towel.  She shivered
a little.
   "Well, Isadore, didn't your mother talk to you about this?"
   "She's dead, my grandmother too."
   "Oh!" I covered my mouth, "I'm so sorry."
   "Don't be," she held the towel, over her shoulders.  "It was years ago,
maybe 5 or 6?"
   "How old are you now?"
   "Eleven?" she nodded, "I mean 5 or 6 years ago, so I would have been 4,
or 5." No accent I could hear, so Mexican American.  "But I don't have
anything, for the blood?" I didn't bring my purse, just a book, and a
towel, to lay out on and get some sun.
   "Come on," I led her out the gate.  To my apartment, "I should have some
tampons left," from my last cycle.  "If you don't mind." Too late it
occurred to me she must be a virgin, at her age.  My face heated.
   "Oh, don't worry.  My cousins use them, I'm not ignorant of the whole,
girl growing up thing.  I have a big fam'ly, lots of aunts."
   "Oh," I turned back from the cabinet under the sink, but she already had
the straps down on her suit, and was pushing it down her legs.  Stanging on
the towel, she just stepped back off of it, to pick it up, and throw the
whole bundle in the bathtub.
   I held out the plastic wrapped tube, tried not to let my hand shake too
much, but she was standing right there.  Naked, and still a little bloody.
"Here," I turned to wet a washcloth, "You better clean up first."
   "Nih!" I looked back, then down at the sink.  Away from her, fingering
it out of her.  "Inh!" Grunting, with 2 fingers!?  "Hn, it's okay."
   "What?" I turned the water off, and to the tub.  Away from her,
masturbating naked in my bathroom.  With her menstral blood.
   "I love you." Then I felt the knot, pulled behind me.  The bikini top, I
grabbed the front reflexively to cover myself up.
   "No, stop." I hand to hold them one armed, to try to push her out of the
way.  But she giggled, and pulled the string on the side my bikini bottoms.
   "Hihihn!  Your secret's safe with me."
   "What are you talking about?" I finally rushed past her, grabbing a dry
towel to cover myself up with, my bottoms falling down my leg.
   "Where did you get that baby, anyway?"
   "What baby?"
   "The one I saw you with?  The other night."
   "I was just watching her, for a friend." She stared at me.  Until I
looked away.
   "Yeah, I saw you watching her, until you closed the blinds.  What didn't
you want anyone to see?"
   "Nothing, I just had to change her."
   "You didn't just change her," she shook her head.  "What happened?"
   "Nothing."
   "You might as well stop lying, I told you your secret's safe with me."
   "And I told you I don't know what you're talking about," this was a
mistake, "So you better get dressed, and get out."
   "Nhihihim," what a chilling little giggle, "All right, but I'll have to
tell the cops you didn't leave with a baby, you left with a cooler."
   "Don't you dare!" I grabbed her.
   "Yes!" she grabbed my arms, "Hurt me, hurt me all you like!"
   "What?" I let go.
   "I told you," she kissed my fingers, "I love you." Again, "You can even
kill me, if you want."
   "No," I shook my hands away, "That was an accident."
   "Right, I heard her screaming," she wouldn't stop, "Through the window."
She pulled at the towel, "What did you do," felt my bottom, "Tell me what
you did."
   "No," it's too horrible.
   "You shut her up, somehow." Between my legs, from behind.  Her other arm
went across my hips, "Ooh good." she felt, "You're already getting wet."
   "She suffocated."
   "What did you smother her with?"
   "Uhn!  Stop that!"
   "A pillow?"
   "No!"
   "Between your legs?"
   "Stop, let me GO!"
   She fell down, when I turned around, and accidentally bumped her head
with my elbow.  "Snh!" She blew out bloody snot.  "Good," she showed me,
and started rubbing it in between her legs.
   "Oh," I got down on my knees, "Oh god," and moved her hands.  She was
so, disgusting, I couldn't stop myself.  Like, that little girl.  That poor
little baby, I don't know what came over me.  I wasn't even supposed to
take her, bring her home, but as soon as I opened her diaper.  Saw the mess
she made, I couldn't stop myself.  It was like a nitemare, like the
nitemares always were.  "Hhhhm!"
   She cried, but she liked it.  She got hot, on her chest flat and boney
aside from her puffy nipples.  They plumped in my mouth while I frantically
rubbed my fingers between her legs.  Hard, and fast, I felt the cuts in
front, before I saw them.  Before she told me she cut herself shaving.  For
me, and to play with the blood.
   I never knew I could fall in love so fast, and I thought she would be
much younger.
   ;
   Isadore {FG Rape Cons.  Yeah, I said it.  Also, Race.  Not just IR, but
a central part of the fantasy is Racial Humiliation, you've been warned.}
   At last!  I'm glad I waited, it made it so much better when she finally
had her hands on me, between my legs, her mouth on my nipples, sucking them
in to bite them, holding my mouth so I could scream!
   "Yeah you loose fucking slut." A shame about her nails, though.  She cut
them too.  "You been giving it out to all the esse's on the street?  Filthy
little whore, dirty little spic?"
   "NMH?" I tried to shake my head.  She smacked me.  "Auh!"
   "Don't lie to me, wetback.  You're all sluts, and whores!" Yeah, well
you're all killers, and racists.  Your point?  If she's trying to turn me
on, she's gonna have to slap me around again, but on second thought, I loke
her short nails.  I'm not getting wet, so it hurts more inside.  "Brown,
like shit.  That's what you are, a filthy little shit.  You like it up your
shitter, wetback?"
   "NHM, EWREEEEEEH!" I never, even tried that before, but her 2 fingers
twisted so she could force her thumb in.  Hard.  "UHhHhHhH!"
   "Yeah, you like that, huh!"
   "Mhm!" Obviously, from the way I was spasming, around her fingers, and
thumb.  "HMHMHMHMHM!" And shuddering, and tingling all over.  Especially
around her thumb, with every spasm deep inside my dirty dry back door.  I
knew she would get me off, right away, I just never knew how.  "UGHF!" Then
I slammed shut, when they popped right out.
   "Ew, you fucking like it too much," she showed me, "Look at this," her
thumb, "Filthy mess."
   "HUHHHHH!" The rush of air just made it better, swum in my head so I
almost felt myself drifting off.
   "Wake up!"
   "Hhihn!" I hugged myself.
   "Smell it," I licked my lips.  "You like that?  Dirty Sanches?
   "No," I hugged her, "I love it, I love you." Her chest, her tits around
my face, smothering me again.  I wanted to die, like this.  I wanted this
overpowering pleasure to be the last thing I feel, but she snapped out of
it.
   "Oh!" She held my head, "I'm sorry," petted my hear, "I'm so, so sorry,"
until I started crying.
   "Snh!" With joy, "It's okay," I wiped my tear soaked face, "I told you,
I love it." I knew I would, if she raped me.  I could never have dreamed
how much.  "Now," she let me up, from the carpet in the middle of the hall.
"Let me fuck you, too." Now, I wanted nothing more than to get her off.  To
make it up to her, making me the happiest I have ever been in my whole
life!
   ;
   Eileen {FG Saph Toy Talk}
   "Hh," she went right around the bed, to my night stand.  Pulled out the
drawer, and the toy from the space under it.  My favorite, "You, stalked
me?"
   She shrugged, "Not really.  I watched you, I guess." Walked over to the
window, she pointed up.  At an angle over the cinderblock privacy wall
around my patio.  "I can see you, from my balcony." I could see it.  "Now,
bend over and let me fuck you."
   "H," I gave up, "Fine." If it'll make her happy, so she can leave me a
lone, to think about all this.  "UH!  Gently?"
   She giggled, just shoved it right in.  "You like it rough." She slapped
my buttock.
   "No!"
   "Yes," she grabbed my hair, "Take it, bitch."
   "Stop!" I know I could stand up, push her away, probably even kill her,
but.
   "You love it."
   "UHN!" It felt so good!
   "Yeah, you like it, don't you."
   "Mhm."
   "Tell me, say it."
   "Myeahs," I bit my lip.
   "You want it."
   "Oh yes, don't stop."
   "Tell me, what you want.  Don't stop what?"
   "Don't stop fucking me, harder, UH!" I don't know what I imagined
before. Trying to fuck it away, all the pain and horror, he screams.  Her
horrible screams, I just wanted her to stop.
   "Was that your first time?"
   "Uh uh!?" I just crawled over to the bed, but she kept up.  Fucking me
from behind.  "UHN!" Just lay on the bed, bit the covers, and held on with
both hands.  While she fucked me, hard an deep, relentlessly.
   "The other night, was that your first kill?"
   "Uh huh?" I nodded, and bit the comforter again.
   "You like it up the ass?"
   "Mm mm?"
   "PTEW!" I spasmed, and it ran down.  "Too bad, you raped me.  You raped
my ass and aching pussy."
   "NWH!" I shook my head, but it didn't stop her.  Thum rubbing it in,
scraping my spasming pucker with her nail.  "NWH!"
   Then, "SMQ?"
   "Hahn!" Her tongue.  The deep thrusts slowed down, just as deep and
hard, but I could feel her, face between my cheeks, teeth, and tongue
driving deep, tasting my asshole.  "Uh huh!"
   Like she said, I didn't like it.  "I love it." Kiss my ass, suck the
shit right out, you dirty little shit!
   "MNLM!" Turning, and twisting her head.  And the dildo, wiggling it deep
inside me, so the wet rubbery head rubbed around the dead end.
   "HAHN!" I had to breathe, "SNH!" Twist to reach back, grab the handle
when she stopped.
   "Let's see," next to me, "What else you got in here." Bending over to
look in the empty slot of the bedside drawer.
   "UHN NUH!" I just closed my eyes.  Knowing I still had the vibe, way in
the back.  "UH FGH!" So hot, and getting hotter.
   "No batteries?" She shook her head, "You really should take better care
of your things.  Suck it.  Choke on it, you racist fucking bitch, yeah gag
up some good snot.  You know how to suck it like a cock."
   "GHL KHULK!  KAHK!  SPTEW!"
   "Yeah," she rubbed it on with her skinny brown fingers.  Made even
longer by her long bright red nails.  "Let go," she took the handle, and
shook it.
   "NAUH!" I spasmed, when she rammed it in so hard I thought I'd bruise
inside.  Not as hard as I'd done it, deprately with my feet under the bed.
Then I remembered, what I was thinking.  It wasn't me, it was a bad little
girl.  Bent over.  "Uh!" Spanking her like this, and raping her. 
"NAIIIEEEGH!" Until she screams.  "MWRHEEEE!" Biting the bed again, so they
don't call the cops.  My neighbors to stop me.  To stop her, fucking me. 
So hard.  "OWH!" So hard.  In the ass.  Faster, with the long deep hard
stroked pushing my baby maker deeper and deeper inside me.  Until she's
bashing me with the handle.  The thick ring around the bottom.  I'd never
taken it all before, but the short thin dead vibe, pumping in and out of my
ass so fast.  "NHhHhHhHWM!" Finally, I felt it.  The release, the relief.
Finally I could relax, and let it all wash away.  I knew nothing but
pleasure.  "HAHN!" I tunred, and panted.  Drooled until it soaked against
my cheek until it was over.  "UH!" She pulled out, then the bottom one. 
The one bottomed out in me, so I could feel it suck out the bruise.  Deep
inside me, like a hicky, nobody would ever see.  The deep sexual ache I had
never felt before.  Deeper than I ever felt before.
   Completely satisfied, she crawled up on the bed with me.  Dropped the
toys with a muffled thud on the carpet, and I turned.  On my side, to hold
her.  Cry tears of joy, with her.  Feel our love in the slowly fading glow
of our first beautiful time together, until we fell asleep.
   ;
   'Adore {GF...  Talk}
   "So," she wiped my tears.  Moved up to the pillow, facing eachother so I
could look in her most eyes, and kiss away her's.  "What happened to your
mother?"
   I shrugged against her arm.  "She drowned, trying to save my
grandmother, at the lake."
   "You think that's why, you're so;"
   "I don't know.  Huh!  I don't remember it, I wasn't even there, and I
barely remember them at all.  Me padre, he got so depressed, and he takes
care of me alone.  Why we're so poor."
   "Do you miss her?"
   "I barely remember them, my grandma', she used to take me birdwatching.
That's it, mimadre, she used to sing to me.  At night."
   "What did she sing?"
   "Aloetta?"
   "In French?"
   "Yes, she's Anglo.  Or she was, half.  She liked French, food, and she
took it in school.  I remember that."
   "Are you bilingual?"
   "I'm American, a mix.  I know some Spanish words, but even my father was
born here.  From Texas, Tejano Espanglese, but I would't call myself
bilingual."
   "Do you want to die?"
   "Huh!" I turned away, so she hugged me.  "I don't know, sometimes?  I
don't want to grow up."
   "Why not?"
   "I said, I don't know?  It's just so, disgusting?  Sometimes it turns me
on, then I get off, and I want to die again."
   "And the pain, you liked it when I hurt you?"
   "No," I shook my head, hugged her arm up around my shoulders.  "Huh, I
hate it, but, I love that?  I love, hate?  I don't know what's wrong with
me, and I asked myself all this, at least a million times.  I never thought
up any answers, though." I turned back, "So, what about you?" I kissed her.
   She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and sighed.  "I don't want to hide any
more." Brushed my hair back, out of my face.  "I love you, I know that. 
It's everything else I'm not sure about."
   "Well, where you from?" Ironically, she the one wit a ac-cent.
   "Alabama?" I nodded, southern.  "But Birming'em.  Not like the
countrey." I don't really spell it out, but you can hear it.  "Huh!  My
famly, kind threw me out, when the found out."
   "What?" I nodded.
   "I had," she closed her eyes, "A girlfriend." Sniffed.
   "What happened to her?"
   "They killed her.  The boys at school, or a boy." she looked mad.  "He
pushed her, off the curb, and the bus couldn't stop in time."
   "So, it wasn't an accident." I asked her question back, "You think,
that's why you;" Let her finish that, not all that sure what she does, or
what she did.  To that baby.
   "I don't know.  Huh!  I know, I never want kids.  Of my own, you're
fine, on account of we're in love, but not like a mother."
   "I don't want a mother any way.  Lovers is fine."
   "Yes," she kissed my head, "Lovers."
   "And killers.  I know you're a killer, was that the first time?"
   "It just, happened?"
   "What happened?"
   "I don't know, huh!  I never really babysat, a lot.  Since Minerva, she.
Huh, well, she was younger, and so beautiful, and then she died."
   "She was killed," I kissed her eyes, licked her tears off my lips.  "Mh,
go on?"
   "Well, then I got depressed.  I suppose like your father, when he lost
your mother."
   "And his," I nodded, "I'm all he has left." His father couldn't take it,
ate a .38.  "So, you took her." She mentioned something about that, and I
saw the beginning.  "Then you went to change her." On the corner of the
bed, "Then you went to close the blinds." I had to climb down, to the patio
wall under the balcony.  Like her's only backwards.  The gate and window on
the other sides.  They're like 2 duplexes, back to back, with 2 more
stacked on top of them.  My parents have a window on the front porch, I get
one on the balcony, her on her patio.  Still haven't seen her front room,
we came in the back, and she has heavy drapes over the window.
   "She started crying."
   "Oh."
   "What?"
   "That's what set you off."
   "How do you mean?"
   "You know, you did it again, when you raped me."
   "I didn't."
   "Yes, you did." I kissed her, "It's okay, I wanted it, I loved it, but
that's exactly what you did.  We didn't make love, we made hate."
   She looked up, "I suppose you're right."
   I picked up her tit, "It doesn't.  Smq, have to be that way." I sucked
in her nipple.
   "Ah!"
   Bit it.  "Every time," turned to pick up the other one, off the bed. 
"Smq."
   "Ow!"
   "Fair's fair, you hurt me, I hurt you too.  I love it, and you love it,
but it doesn't have to be so." I felt down, between her legs.  "Rough, all
the time." I took her hand, "You can molest me too.  Is that why she
cried?" Rubbed it in, "You molested her, like Minerva?" She closed her
eyes, and swallowed.  Nodded.  "Good, now molest me too." I bent back down,
to kiss, and suck, and bite her nipples some more.
   ;
   Minerva {fg Mole Flashback}
   She was so young, when I started taking care of her.  Not really like a
babysitter, more like a little sister I suppose.  Potty training her, I had
dolls but they wouldn't play back.  She liked it, potty training so it
became like a game.  Our favorite game, so she'd drink a lot, and then we
found the ex-lax.  She got fat, she never grew up, never had the chance,
but I loved her.  As much as I could, as long as she lived.  Finally I
could think about her again.  My new lover reminded me, not of her.  She
wasn't Mexican, she was blonde with the biggest most beautiful green eyes,
and lovely little corkscrew curls.
   And then, we started getting dirty together.  At first, it was just pee.
She wet the bed of course, hell I still did, before I started playing with
it, thinking of her.  Looking forward to the next time, the next afternoon,
after school, when we could play together.  The next weekend when we could
be together for days, except for church.  We tried to hide it, and I was
ashamed before the eyes of god.  They didn't say anything specific about
that, we just knew.  It was dirty, and sinful, but we loved it everso much.
The love of my life, I never even dreamed I could find another love like
that.  Like my dear sweet Minerva.
   Especially in the bath, why we called it "Getting dirty." The poop, we
played with it, then showered off before putting the plug in the tub, and
filling it up.  Several times a day, whenever she had to go, or I did, with
the laxative so we could go more.  Of course it was gross, it tasted nasty
at first, but that was part of the fun, and you get used to it.  The taste
of piss until you crave it.  Suck it from my fingers at night until the
real juices started flowing.  Then the poop, and cleaning it out good
after. With enemas, the shower head came down on a hose.  A big thing back
then, but now it seems they're everywhere, and it screwed off the hose, so
you can pull it back over the crisscrossing threads, and she could put it
up my butt.  The hot wet gush of it, before I ever heard there was another
hole, where babies came from.
   She wasn't a baby, she was a big girl, and getting bigger.  Me too,
until I started bleeding, and mom gave me the talk.  I told Minnie, where
babies come from, and broke her cherry, and washed it out, and put in a
tampon until she stopped bleeding.  Then they caught us, persecuted us, and
she got the worst of it, being so young and fragile.  Like a doll, she
bounced and tumbled in the street.  The schoolbus stopped, but not soon
enough, and she didn't die right away.  He ran, and I never saw him again.
They caught him before me, but I was so worried about Minnie, I didn't
think about that until it was too late.  He went to jail, for murder, so I
could never make him pay for what he did to her.
   Then they came, and took her away from me.  Bleeding, the skin ripped
off her face, bare arms, and legs.  Her clothes torn, and her blood all
over me.  The couldn't save her, didn't even let her die in my arms.  I
never saw her again, either.  Her family wouldn't let me near her, after
what I had done.  "To her," all I had ever done to her is love her, and
play with her.  But that made them kill her, I killed her as much as that
evil boy.
   I suppose I'm lucky now.  To have a second chance at love.  Even if she
is older, and starting to grow up.  I won't blow it this time, I can't lose
her, can't even bear the thought of going through that again.  Being alone
like that again.  She says she wants to die, some times, even said I could
kill her.  But I couldn't do that, I never could do that.  It's just my
dumb luck all these accident keep happening.  But maybe it's turning
around, she's like my lucky charm, or the universe is finally paying me
back for torturing me all these years.  When I had never even done nothing
wrong.
   .
   .
   {I'm working on it.  Why it's still here, instead of the appropriate
folder.}
  
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