Hopeless to keep on thinking, I must not want what I can't have. It's quite impossible. What am I doing, this is a vampire, he almost killed me to live! And then there was an image in her I killed him.
Perhaps that's what he wanted, the struggle of wills. It's like talking to a brick wall. Gratitude is so undignified, he said, regarding them with affection. It was like seeing a reflection in a mirror; perfect in every detail, but lacking its own inner life.
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