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No. 74062
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"Yes, yes, darling!" Orson said, letting go of her and looking into her eyes. They were dark and empty, but they were beautiful to Orson. Her skin was dry and graying and looked as though it would flake away with the touch of a hand, but it looked soft and creamy to Orson. Her voice was different, weaker, emptier, without quality, but when Orson heard her he heard only Monica. It was her. It was her, it was her, it was her. This was his fate, Orson thought, caressing her tenderly. He had been obedient, he had listened, he had done everything he had been told to do, he had foregone sleep to make sure he had been a good boy, and it had paid in the end, a reward greater than any gold. He embraced her again and held her tight to his chest. He felt his heart beating and thought he could feel hers too. "Together, you and I will be happy, and I will be in a powerful position, and we…we will again be happy, like we once were. Do you remember? We were happy together, once, and so in love. Do you remember, my darling? Oh no, no, I? I would never forget you, darling. Never, ever, ever."
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