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I never knew love. I guess as time goes by, I just forgot all about it. But I knew how to care. I cared about Kelly. I cared about the kids in the foundation. I cared about the innocent families of people I’ve killed. I guess I do knew how to care.
But love? A hard no. It was unfortunate, but it’s also a necessity. In my line of job, love will just get me killed. It won’t be an asset and it would slow me down. Things that I couldn’t afford to happen. When I saw Camille, I knew she’s going to be the cause of my headache. I knew she would cause me a lot of pain, but I didn’t expect her to be the cause of my heartache.
“You should take a bite first so I’m sure that it’s not filled with any kind of poison,” she exclaimed with the coldest voice of hers. It was like a stab in the chest
