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| Sigh, I'm Psyche and I'm so beautiful and perfect... All people admire me. | |
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| Look at that Psyche! Does she think she can out-do me, Venus, the goddess of Passionate Love? | |
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| Cupid, my son! Come here! I want you to find Psyche and put an antilove spell on her. | |
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| Yeah, Ok Mom. I'll go do that now. | |
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| Oh My! She's so beautiful and kind! The only reason Mom would have wanted her miserable is if she's jealous of Psyche! | |
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