[ Ah, this story. Sometimes she thinks she should conceal this more, it makes others uncomfortable, but in a way that's all the more reason she can't even lie by omission. Her world and all its suffering made her who she was. How can she hide from that? ]
He touched every corner of it. Nothing rivaled him. Who else would it belong to?
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He touched every corner of it. Nothing rivaled him. Who else would it belong to?