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        Hewasn''therfriend.Notanythingtoher,really.Andwhointhisworldwouldmournhim?

        Hehadalwaysbeenanoutcast,ashadowslippingthroughthecracksofasocietythathadneverwantedhim.

        Aliveordead,whowouldevennotice?

        Andher—whatwasshe?

        Acreatureofinstinct,untetheredfrommorality,drivenonlybytheraw,gnawingneedthatpulsingbeneathherskin.Whocouldjudgeher?Whohadtheright?

        Justasthelastemberofhispresenceflickeredtowardoblivion,footstepsechoedoutside.

        Closer.Closer.

        Julian''seyesflewopen,wide,bloodshot,thewhitesstarkagainsthisashenface.

        Hisgazedartedfromthegirlstilllatchedontohimtothedoor,nowcreakingopen.

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