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*a rather jagged version of her usually flowing handwriting*
HATE HIM.
touched me never ever let him close enough to do that again
DIE
...
It's better this way.
My head aches -- I'll have to be more careful about what I eat in the future. *snorts, and runs a hand through her hair* If possible, I'll have to find away to keep away from that disgusting chef, since he's probably the one who drugged my food.
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I hate her. I hate the me who I was before -- simpering mass of, "Oh, but I love him so very much!"
I'm glad she's gone. She was an idiot. She clung to lies when she should have wisened up and moved on. Little wretch -- how could I possibly have been her?
Hate her.
Almost as much as I hate him. *fists clench*
Never again.
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*comes out of the plothole at Iselia* *adjusts clothing to look properly battered, and begins "stumbling" towards the ranch*