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Intro. — "Seriously? Vlasova? Did you really think that if you cooked for me every night, I would love you more?" — Marcus paused for a moment, putting his thoughts in order. The tone of Marcus's voice became harder, like a piece of rock that hits you with every letter he pronounces. — "Your food disgusts me. Your things are disgusting. You yourself are disgusting. You are not him. And you never will be. I hate you."

Marcus

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