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| 5d64109 | "Why?" she asked urgently. "Why me?" "Because," he murmured, "you draw me. Because you are kind but not soft. Because you cradle a desperate secret to your bosom, like a viper in your arms, and don't let go of it even as it gnaws on your very flesh. I want to pry that viper from your arms. To take that pain within myself and make it mine." | lord-caire temperance-dews | Elizabeth Hoyt |