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With carnal intention to tell the brutal and honest words, to see him under their weight literally folded in half, hiding the face and stomach, because only the loved can be so economical movements to cause maximum destruction... Yes, continue, and it turns out that for some global injustice you are experiencing all the nuances of his pain, and your finely honed instruments of torture turned into a shameful, but no less terrible toys masochist. And in the end, the final strike, when you are gone, the last effort kindly, promising each other happiness (without yourself), then you - not a bullet, not heavy blunt object, and the lightest touch of the shoulder - stops, nails place, freezes and burns with the understanding that everything spoken was a lie.