Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.
...Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...You won’t find it in her weakness; you’ll find it in yourself.
Climb cautiously—but don’t do it for me.
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