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| In the beginning, we were one, him and I. We shared everything, all our feelings, thoughts, and emotions - even the same body. | |
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| We could be evil or good, depending on our mood. | |
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| then there was an explosion. Most of my good side split off and formed... HIM. | |
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| Now I am more evil than good, and he is all good and no evil. | |
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| Never, EVER talk out narative like that again. That's too frigging creepy. | |
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| Don't interrupt... the story continues as our personalities drifted from one another... | |
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