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... hat couldn't escape her mind. She loathed it, hated it, seared it apart with the flames of her anger.

Yet, at the end of all convoluting emotions, she couldn't help but notice that at the end of everything, among him and her, she was the bigger fool.

A bigger fool that always tasted the end of a stick after it has being smashed deep into the soil and used as a walking aid for a beggar.

Her marriage. Her image. Her ship. Her crewmen. He always got the last laugh!

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