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All that night, he couldn't sleep. The events of dinner replayed unrelentingly across his thoughts, of how drastically everything had shifted. One moment, it was as if he was seeing a completely different person- someone with passions and interests, someone who found solace someplace he never would have expected. Despite living with her for months, he still knew nothing of her. His theory rekindled in his mind; that premonition that no matter how much he thought he was getting to know her, he would never actually know anything. Somehow, without a mask or gloves, she would always be able to hide those secrets. Those bloody, strange secrets. His mind danced around the distant scene of the blood soaking the entire floor like an ocean- the mortifying gashes that ripped down her back and vanished in an instant. Could someone in the genre of unnatural ever be completely secret-less? Or understandable?
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