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   the night, when it seemed the rest of the world   
   was taking part in their daily repose. Outside   
   the apartment and in, it was dark, almost too   
   dark to see, and things were eerily calm. He   
   would keep his cries held to the back of his   
   throat, not wanting to interrupt the soothing   
   silence around him. Only when he was finished   
   did he quietly whisper, "God, I don't think I   
   could love you any more."   
      
      
      
   End Chapter 3, Part 1   
      
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