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He tried to ry It didn’t work She pushed the blankets froripped her was painful He watched as she found her clothes and went to the bathroo the door behind her

He didn’t hear her sobbing, didn’t hear her crying But he could smell her, and what he scented clawed at his chest Soed to douse that fiery flame that was so much a part of her At this moment, his Anya smelled of defeat And Del-Rey felt it For the first time in his life, he knew the taste of defeat

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