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Misery at the Hands by up2105

She remained there, trying not to be washed away by the torrent that unfolded minutes beforehand. It was a terrible scene, yet pleasant; watching the rain soothed the fire stoked within herself.

Did she wish to begrudge another man? Did she want to carry another grudge? Did she care to add another misery to her life?

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Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.

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