When he hurt her, it was like a bullet to glass; she cracked, she fissured, she broke. But most of all, she shattered.
And she still thought it was true love.
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When he hurt her, it was like a bullet to glass; she cracked, she fissured, she broke. But most of all, she shattered.
And she still thought it was true love.
