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CHAPTER LXIV

     (DARK TONE)

     SINISTER, DARK AND CUNNING. 

      “The pleasure is all mine, God Ophiuchus.” 

     With her delight and mark of a smile, she bao in courtesy as God wittingly accepts her address and respect, with the words to offer. 

     “Now, now, now. At which every wish should I grant this time?”

     Taunting the sin that both of them are prepared and are head first and everything to take with and within. She draws a cunning smile as she plays along knowing that He knew, yet is taking the game into a dragging distance she is expecting to. With fate and too cliché to call it destiny, she replies. 

     “Everything that I am not.”

     On-point and with the deliverance of nothing and even remorse

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