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... chaos. She wanted to strangle him with the book, throw it at his face, scream every swear word known to man, god, and demon, and then invent a few more curses just to make sure he understood how much she wanted to rip him limb from limb. In her head, she was already shouting, "You bastard! You demon! You filthy, obsession-driven maniac! I hope someone ties you up in the stocks, shoves you into freezing water, flogs your back with chains until you beg for death, dangles you by your ankles over a ...
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