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As you confess to Amelia, she places your hand over her heart, and looks deeply into you eyes. It is almost as if she is staring into your soul. She leans in close, her lips almost brushing your earlobe. You can feel her warm breath caressing the side of your neck. Her sweet heady scent fills your nose, and her softy airy hair brushes your cheek. She takes a deep breath and whispers in your ear to tell you that she never wants to see your rotten face ever again, the very though that someone like you could ever be in love with her disgusts her like nothing else, and if you were to suddenly fall dead in front of her it would not have happened soon enough.