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"Shut up, jackass." She sat up, reaching over to the end of the bed for my shirt. "I don't want to be a w***e, but I have no choice. This is who I am - I was made to torture the male population of the world, and that's what I'm doing. And I'm going to personally torture you until you talk to Avni. You can't run from it any longer, you can't run from her any longer. You're running out of time." She was right. I was running out of time, and it was worse because Avni thought I didn't care for her. Of course I did - otherwise I would have killed her a long time ago, when she began to get tired and worn out. I wanted to tell her everything I was thinking right now, but I couldn't. Everything was going to crash and burn before our very eyes in the near future, and she wouldn't even know I cared
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