I caught a distant thought from Richard that it was hurting so much because it was forced. Belle had always been more interested in power than being petty, though if she could be both, well, that would be the best of all worlds. I hadn't used shampoo, let alone conditioner. I want to be told it will be alright, but I am far too old to believe such comforting lies.
I'm going home then. He pretty much hated me, because so much of the pain I caused Richard was something he couldn't protect him against. He fell on his back, clutching himself, and they began tostomp him. But I hate cowardice, almost worse than anything else, and if Asher could be trapped inside this body, then I could touch him one last time.
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