BORN TO DIE    ╱    DRACO MALFOY
꒷꒦ · ˚.‧ . written by ella . . . © -lostgardens
106 ━━━━ ❛ mint and fractured bonds ❜

It was a couple of days later, and Olivia was sitting in the chatter-filled Great Hall with the Golden Trio, eating lunch. The topic of discussion was the party. She hadn't been around much the day before, so this was the first they were speaking of it. With her, at least. She wasn't sure what they thought of her actions from that night, but she knew that their idea of the other Slytherins had been solidified. She couldn't blame them for that.

"I swear they're not always like that," she assured, looking between the three, though she had no reasons to defend the others. "They have their moments, but the party was the worst of them." She sighed. "It's usually whenever Daphne comes back around." She tried not to roll her eyes at the thought of the blasted witch. "It's as if she only shows up when she feels the need to stir up something, though truth or dare was Pansy's idea."

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Weasley beat her to it. "Looks like there's trouble in paradise." He nodded behind them, his focus on whatever he was looking at, while the other three stared at him. Harry and Olivia turned around, and Hermione moved her head to the right to see what had his attention.

At the Slytherin table, Daphne sat next to Draco, talking with the group, excluding Lucas, who had taken to spending his free time with his Ravenclaw mates, with the addition of Finley, Ginny, and Astoria, surprisingly. Draco didn't seem too pleased with how close she was to him, leaning away from her as he pushed around his food with his fork. Olivia supposed the kiss had given Daphne the wrong idea, which was understandable as much as Olivia hated to admit it, or Draco had taken his thinking time and decided to finally give Daphne a chance, which was something Olivia didn't want to think about. Or maybe the group had decided to invite the girl back in now that Olivia was gone. She wasn't sure because she hadn't spoken to any of them since the party and hadn't brought it up to Lucas either.

It didn't matter to her.

He... They could do what they wanted.

It was finally time she stopped worrying about it.

Draco looked up, clearly having felt the four's eyes on him. His gaze caught Olivia's as Hermione, Harry, and Weasley quickly looked away and focused on their plates. She watched his eyes narrow, probably wondering why she was staring at him. She didn't let anything show on her face, raising her chin proudly and turning back around to face Hermione again.

"What exactly happened between you two?" the curly-haired girl asked.

Olivia raised her brows. "Draco and I?"

"No, you and Daphne."

"Oh," Olivia muttered. That made a little more sense. She remained quiet for a moment, thinking about whether she wanted to explain to them her past trauma, though they already knew a good bit of it from simply being there, though they undoubtedly didn't realize. "Well, do you remember the black cat I had in first and second year?" she asked, her mind flashing over all of the memories she had with Tommy. It was then that she realized how long it'd been since she visited his grave.

"Yeah, the one that you kil—" Hermione elbowed Weasley, causing his mouth to snap shut. He chuckled awkwardly when Olivia focused on him, knowing what he had almost said. It wasn't as if it was a secret that most thought she killed Tommy. "I mean, the cat that was killed," he corrected.

"That's the one," Olivia replied flatly before focusing on Hermione. "Daphne killed him."

"What?" The girl gasped loudly as Harry and Weasley's eyes went wide, earning some others to look over at them in confusion. She covered her mouth with her hands and glanced around, clearly embarrassed by her loudness based on the pink of her cheeks. It took another second, but she removed her hands from over her mouth and leaned a little closer. "Why would she do that?"

"She was jealous that Draco fancied me and not her since she fancied him and had for a while," Olivia answered, thinking about the time she confronted Daphne in the courtyard. The girl had sworn she hadn't killed Tommy but gave up, knowing that Olivia knew the truth and wouldn't let her forget it. She had sworn the same thing the other night, though she hadn't actually said the words aloud. Daphne called her a liar, but she was the real liar, no matter what she claimed.

"How do you know it was her?" Harry inquired, his arms resting on the table and his hands held together in front of him.

Olivia looked at him. "She denied it when I first confronted her but gave up in such quickness that I knew she was guilty." She paused, looking over the three of them as they listened closely. "And even if she did hold up her innocence, the poem that was written on the wall in Tommy's blood was one from a book that Daphne had gotten me—my favorite poem at the time, which she knew because I had told her. She also looked bloody guilty when I discovered Tommy."

"Wow," Hermione breathed out, removing her hands from her mouth. "I knew it had to be something bad with how you two were acting towards each other." She paused, seeming to run through it in her mind, her eyes flickering over the table in front of her. Then she met Olivia's gaze. "But I never thought it could be something like this."

Olivia nodded. "Yeah."

"And here's to think that everyone thought that you had done it," Weasley added, meeting Olivia's gaze. "Not us, of course. We'd never think that."

"I'm certain you did, Weasley," Olivia replied, giving him a knowing look. "But I'll try not to hold it against you."

"You hold everything against me," he mumbled.

She smirked, knowing that he was right. She didn't say anything, however, thinking back to the night of the party again. Her brows furrowed as her eyes found her plate. "What was that Daphne had been on about? You two have some weird fascination with me?" She glanced between Harry and Weasley, quirking a brow as she put a bite of food in her mouth.

Both of their mouths fell open, focusing on each other for a second before they found her eyes once more. "Don't know," they mumbled in unison, half-shrugging as they looked down at their plates and took large bites of their food.

Hermione just chuckled, shaking her head.

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Later that day, Olivia stood in the library, putting away the books she had retrieved. It was after lessons, and she and Hermione had spent about an hour there together, studying away. It was actually quite nice to have company who enjoyed reading and discussing their homework for once. But alas, the girl had gone off earlier than Olivia, needing to find Harry and Weasley for some reason. She knew it'd be this way—the trio still being the Golden Trio and her still being Olivia Mallard. They'd always be referred to separately; they'd always have things between just the three of them, and she'd be on the outside; she expected nothing less. She wasn't going to make them change that.

After all of her books were put back in their proper places, she tightened her hold on the strap of her bag and made her way to the front of the library. She pushed through the doors, entering the corridor and looking both ways as if she were crossing the street. Seeing no one around, she set off to the left, glad to not have peering eyes on her or whispers about her sent in her direction for once.

She was heading back to the common room, not feeling quite in the mood to go to the Astronomy Tower. There were far too many memories there, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to deal with them at the moment. She held her head high, looking around as she walked down the corridors, turned corners, and went down the familiar path. That was when she heard footsteps echoing behind her. She didn't even look back as she continued walking, not until she heard someone say her name.

Her gaze found none other than Astoria Greengrass jogging towards her, clad in her Slytherin uniform, her hair pulled to the side in a single braid, the wave of her natural hair still present. Olivia's brows furrowed, confused on why the girl was trying to catch up with her.

Did she truly look up to her? Olivia hadn't believed it since she was Daphne's sister, after all.

When Astoria slowed down, finally coming by Olivia's side, she offered a small smile. "Hi, Olivia." She was slightly breathless from the quick pace she had been going.

"Oh, hello, Astoria," Olivia replied with a bit of confusion in her tone.

"Mind if I walk with you?" the younger witch asked as the two of them fell in step.

"Not at all," Olivia answered, and she really didn't. She held no ill will towards the youngest Greengrass, even though her sister was Daphne and her family were blood purists. It was no secret in their world that the two Greengrass sisters didn't quite agree with tradition. That was the only thing Olivia respected when it came to Daphne. "Unless Daphne's hiding around the corner, that is," she added, joking with the girl as a small smile turned the corners of her mouth.

Astoria lightly laughed. "She's not, I swear." She paused, and the smile slightly fell, her eyes roaming Olivia's face like she wanted to say something but didn't know if she should. She chewed on the inside of her cheek. "She's too caught up with Draco."

Olivia nodded, her own smile dropping as she faced forward. "So I've seen."

The younger witch let out a sigh, focusing on the ground as they continued to walk. The silence remained between them for a moment, and it wasn't uncomfortable, surprisingly. The two barely knew each other besides the short time they'd spent when Daphne was still in the inner circle and from the whispers that went around the school, which were never about Astoria.

Astoria finally looked at her again, her gaze falling on the side of Olivia's face. "You two really aren't together anymore?" she asked, sounding almost upset about that information herself.

"We were never together," Olivia confessed, inhaling through her nose. "Not officially, at least."

"Oh," Astoria mumbled, chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyes found the stone floor once more, and she went quiet as she fiddled with her hands as if she were nervous. "Everyone seemed to think you were just keeping it private, you know?"

"Nope," Olivia said softly, exhaling. Her eyes were focused forward, though she wasn't looking at anything in particular. "It was always too complicated and never seemed to want to work out, so I decided it was best that there be distance. For everyone's sake," she admitted, though she didn't quite understand why. "Plus..."

"His father?" Astoria guessed correctly.

Olivia found her gaze, staring at her for a long moment before she nodded. "Our families' beliefs don't align, and quite frankly, neither do mine and Draco's."

"Right." Astoria nodded, looking down at her feet. She seemed to be going over something in her mind while she and Olivia continued to walk in tow. Olivia thought their conversation had died out and she was going to have to break off and head toward the common room as intended, but then Astoria spoke. "Can I tell you something?"

Olivia found her gaze with slightly furrowed brows. "If you'd like."

Astoria paused as she continued to stare at Olivia and chewed on her bottom lip. "Sometimes I think I like you better than my own sister," she confessed, letting out a small laugh. "I know." She noted Olivia's furrowed brows. "That's quite a thing to say, seeing as we barely know each other." She faced forward, her face falling as she thought. "It's just... All Daphne has done for the past few years is complain about you. She doesn't even treat me like her sister, not like she used to. I see how you are with Lucas; I've heard how you treat him, and I envy that. I want that for me and Daphne. It makes me wish that you were my sister instead."

Olivia was a bit shocked by her words. "I'm sure that's not true."

"No, it is," Astoria replied, a tad harsh, her attention snapping to Olivia. She inhaled and then exhaled to calm herself. "She's so obsessed with you and Draco. It drives me mad because it's all she talks about when around me. It's as if she wants to be you. To have Draco. To have your friends. To have eyes on her all the time, as you do."

Olivia didn't know what to say.

Luckily, Astoria continued. "That's why, the moment she saw you pulling away from Draco and the others, she swooped in, ready to take your place." She focused forward, still walking in step with Olivia. "She wants to destroy you. Your life, your reputation, all of your relationships. She wants to destroy it all for you so she can have it for herself."

It was rare that Olivia was at a loss for words, but this was one of those few times. She didn't know how to respond to what Astoria was telling her. It made sense, so she believed her. What reason would the witch have to lie? To make up these kinds of stories about her very own sister? It had to be true, and everything aligned with that fact. But what was she supposed to say?

"Anyway," Astoria muttered, catching Olivia's attention once more. "I should be going. See you around, Olivia." She walked a bit ahead, then glanced over her shoulder with a kind smile on her face. "Hopefully we can get to know each other better."

Olivia didn't even get a second to reply before Astoria was facing forward and walking away. She stopped in her tracks, staring at the girl's back until she disappeared around the corner. Then she shook her head, trying to focus again, and continued walking down the corridor.

She wants to destroy you.

Astoria's words rang through Olivia's mind on repeat as she walked down the corridors, passing by all of the familiar sights of the castle. Even more so when she turned around and went back towards the quiet library. With the new information she'd obtained, she no longer wanted to go to the common room or her room, in case she'd have to deal with Daphne and the others. She wasn't in the mood, and she wanted a moment to think about what Astoria had said and Daphne's motives.

When she entered the library once more, she received a few odd looks from the students that had been there when she left a mere ten or so minutes ago. She ignored them and the bored glance Madam Pince sent her way and walked around to gather books and then to her usual table. She set her books and bag down and pulled out her quill and parchment. As she flipped open a book and began note-taking, trying to distract her mind from the murderous plans she was coming up with, the words echoed around her skull, keeping her from obtaining any of the information she read and copied down.

Daphne killing Tommy would add to that. It had destroyed a part of Olivia when she'd discovered her cat stabbed and bleeding on that wall with her favorite poem written above him. She had originally believed it to be because of jealousy, and perhaps that was some of the witch's reasoning. But perhaps it was also because Daphne knew how a dead Tommy would make Olivia look to others, who already did not trust her in the slightest. They'd all assumed her to be an animal murderer after that. Well, they'd already thought her to be an actual murderer before that; that was just the cherry on top. And what Astoria mentioned about her sister's obsession also made sense, given how Daphne seemed to appear whenever things were going south for Olivia and Draco or when they were at their peak.

She wondered if Draco could see through the act.

Olivia almost jumped when the sound of a book falling on the table caught her attention. Her eyes snapped up as her arm moved to the side, bumping her inkwell. She saw none other than her brother staring down at her. Then she realized that she had knocked over her inkwell and that the ink had spilled on the table. She cursed under her breath and got rid of the mess with a wave of her wand. Luckily, the ink hadn't gotten on the books or parchment.

When she focused on Lucas again, she saw a smile on his face and did her best to return it, though she was not in the mood for company, even if it was her brother, as she had other things on her mind. "Hi, Luke," she said, digging in her bag for another inkwell since he'd made her spill her other one.

"Hi," he replied, sitting down and leaning his arms on top of his book. "What are you up to?"

She looked at him, down at her books, then back at him. "Studying."

"Right." He looked over the mess in front of her. "How's that going?"

She sighed. "Not well."

"What's wrong, Livvy?" he asked, knowing her too well. "I haven't seen you much lately. And after what happened at the party..."

"I'm fine," she answered quickly, not wanting to worry him. "Been busy."

He raised his brows. "With your new friends?"

"Yes, with Harry and Hermione," she answered, smiling. "Weasley just happens to be there. And they're not new friends."

He nodded. "I know."

They fell silent, Olivia looking away as she realized he was trying to read her—trying to discover whatever was occupying her mind. There was so much, a lot that he wasn't aware of, and she didn't want to burden him with that. She might have to talk to Snape later.

"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked, sounding worried.

She nodded, smiling softly. "I'm fine, truly. Just a bit tired."

He hummed, seeming to go over something in his mind. Nothing he thought to voice. "Well, I'll leave you alone to study," he told her with a smile as he stood up from his seat, grabbing his book. "See you around, Olivia." He turned around and walked away, not letting her get a word out.

That had happened to her twice that day.

What was with people and walking away from her?

She wasn't sure.

Shaking her head, she looked at her parchment again. It was another twenty or so minutes that she spent trying to work on her studies before she decided that it wasn't going anywhere with Astoria's words and the thought of Daphne unfortunately clouding her mind. She released an annoyed breath and stood up from her seat, beginning to pack up her things once more.

When everything was back in her bag and the books were put back up on their rightful shelves, having to repeat her earlier actions, she made her way to the doors. She pushed through them and exited into the corridor. Right as she did so, however, a glimpse of blonde caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. She looked in both directions of the corridor, doing the same as the first time she left the library that day, and this time all she saw was no one but the familiar witch turning the corner. Something crossed her mind, and she began following her.

If Daphne wanted to destroy her, Olivia would just have to destroy her first.

She hurried down the corridor, trying to keep her steps as quiet as possible. And when she came up behind an unsuspecting Daphne, who seemed to have an extra pep in her step, undoubtedly because Draco had kissed her, Olivia pushed her, knocking her to the ground.

Daphne groaned when she hit the stone floor, falling on her arms. She tried to push herself up, but Olivia kicked back down before moving to kneel beside her. She flipped Daphne over, not giving the witch enough time to act as she placed her hand over her mouth and straddled her hips. Daphne struggled underneath her, screaming into her hand, though it was muffled. Fear was in her wide eyes while she stared at Olivia on top of her and continued to struggle under her hold, which only delighted her opponent. Even more so when Daphne's eyes grew wider and started tearing up, watching her slowly pull out a knife from her bag with her free hand.

This was a new addition to Olivia's person, not wanting to feel completely defenseless if her wand was ever to be taken away in a duel, even though she'd still have her wandless magic. She planned on getting a thigh holster for it but had yet to.

"I heard a little something today," Olivia began, her tone harsh as she leaned in and whispered in Daphne's ear. The girl continued to squirm under her, screaming and sobbing into her hand. Olivia just locked her in place with her knees on either side of her hips. The knife settled right at Daphne's neck, causing her to struggle and shout some more.

No one was around, and Olivia planned to make this quick, meaning she wasn't worried about being caught. Even if she was caught, she was sure she'd find a way out of it.

"Tell me, Daphne, do you want to destroy me?" She pulled back to look into her eyes.

Daphne had tears going down her face, coating Olivia's palm. Her brows were furrowed in what seemed to be confusion, and she continued to kick her legs, clearly wanting to be free of Olivia's hold on her, though her efforts weren't doing much.

"I'm going to remove my hand from over your mouth, Daphne. If you scream, I will slit your throat, understood?" Olivia raised her brows questioningly, humming.

Daphne frantically nodded.

Olivia smirked and slowly removed her hand.

Daphne heaved in breaths, obviously panicked at what was happening and the fact that a knife was at her throat, but she didn't scream, which delighted Olivia. It would be even more delightful if she had screamed; then Olivia would be able to make good on her threat.

"Do you want to destroy me?" Olivia repeated, her face hovering right above Daphne's.

Daphne's chest rose and fell heavily, staring into Olivia's eyes. "I don't know what you mean."

"I'm certain you do." Olivia grinned with a bit of a crazed look in her eyes, one that was unsettling to the girl underneath her. "Do me a favor and stay away from Draco, all right?"

Daphne swallowed. "I thought you were no longer interested in him."

"If you don't stay away from him," Olivia continued, ignoring her words as she dug the knife a little deeper into the skin of her throat, "I will kill you." She watched Daphne's chin wobble as she tried to hold in her sobs, the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Do you understand? If you kiss him again—"

"He kissed me," Daphne interrupted, trying to put salt in the wound. Trying to play with fire.

Olivia ignored her. "If you do that again, I will fucking kill you. Got it?"

Daphne just nodded, feeling the knife dig even deeper, which earned Olivia a small sob.

"Good girl," Olivia mused, smirking. "You're learning."

With that, she finally got up from on top of Daphne and stared down at her with a proud look, then her face fell flat, and she raised her chin, turning away from the girl with an eye roll. Daphne stayed on the ground, only sitting up enough to watch Olivia walk away, placing the knife back into her bag.

That'd been a warning. If Daphne crossed her again, she'd make good on her word or come close to it. She wasn't one looking to be a murderer, but if something called for it... what could she do?

Olivia walked to the Great Hall for dinner, where she went over to the Gryffindor table to sit with the Golden Trio, still getting some odd looks, which were ignored, from their housemates. She was barely listening to their conversation, though they didn't seem to notice, as she ate her food and watched the doors, waiting for Daphne to make her appearance.

When the girl finally did, it was obvious that she was a bit disheveled, though Olivia wasn't sure if it was only obvious to her because she knew why. She watched as the blonde made her way over to the Slytherin table, glancing around as she stopped behind Olivia's old friends. She seemed to think that Olivia wasn't there and therefore wasn't going to listen to the warning, but when her eyes caught onto the pale green ones of the witch she feared, she stiffened.

With a raise of her brows, Olivia gave Daphne a reminder of her words and then followed her with her gaze as the girl breathed heavily and darted off to another part of the table, finding some others to sit with.

Draco seemed to notice the odd behavior, looking at Daphne with furrowed brows. Then his attention found Olivia, and he gave her a questioning expression, like he was asking her what that was all about.

Olivia was certain he knew it was something to do with her, but she couldn't care less. She simply raised her chin and turned her attention back to the Golden Trio, doing her best to hold back her smirk.

If only he knew.

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Plucking up the courage, Olivia made her way to the Astronomy Tower. She hadn't wanted to be there earlier that day and hadn't been there since the first day of lessons when she was formally introduced to Train Boy. Though it wasn't that formal, was it? He didn't even give her his name. And no, she hadn't done her best at figuring it out, but she was busy with other, more important matters. She hoped he didn't expect her to drop everything and solely focus her attention on him.

He didn't mean that much to her for her to do that.

He didn't mean anything to her, if she was being honest with herself.

He was just there.

Always there, it seemed.

And when he wasn't, like the party, he was nowhere. Not even on the tips of people's tongues.

It was as if he only existed when he wanted to.

She couldn't place what exactly she thought of him or what it was about him that made her suspicious. He was off, always speaking vaguely, much like Dumbledore, which was something that made her not too keen on either. She hated riddles and the unknown, and she supposed that was one of the reasons why she wasn't sorted in Ravenclaw. She hated being in the dark about things, and she supposed that was why she hated the name game Train Boy had come up with.

One would think that would be her motivation to learn his name—to be rid of the one thing Train Boy had over her. He knew her name and seemed to know her; it was only fair that she knew his name and knew him. But she couldn't seem to push herself to search for the answer or get close to him. She didn't particularly want to know him.

It would be easy to ask a professor his name or wait for one of them to call on him in class, but she hadn't, and they never did. It was as if he were invisible. He never raised his hand, most of the time Olivia or Hermione beating everyone else to it, which usually resulted in the latter being picked unless they were in Defense Against the Dark Arts with Snape (formally Potions), who often pretended the Gryffindor girl didn't exist.

Besides, she wanted to learn his name on her own, not ask someone else for the answer.

She would find it out eventually.

It was only a matter of time.

Footsteps coming up the stairs behind her caused her to turn around quickly. She was praying that it wasn't Draco, and luckily it wasn't. But unfortunately, it was Train Boy.

She didn't want to speak to him. She didn't really want to speak to anyone, but she supposed she had to since he was there. Turning back around, she gripped the railing a little tighter, studying the moonlit scenery in front of her. She didn't even glance over at him when he stopped beside her, his eyes on the side of her face.

"Hi," he said quietly.

"Hello," she replied.

When he realized she wasn't going to look over at him, he faced forward as well. "I haven't seen you around much," he confessed, though he didn't need to. She had been around; he was the one that hadn't.

"I haven't seen you around much," she countered, finally looking over at him suspiciously, wondering where he had been. "You weren't at the party, which I found odd. You seemed rather enthusiastic about it." She raised her chin and faced forward again.

He shrugged. "I was there."

"Oh," she muttered, her confidence dying a bit.

He leaned a bit closer to her, causing her to look over at him in confusion and lean back. He narrowed his eyes at her, clearly fighting a smirk. "Guess you didn't look hard enough. Too busy playing games to find me."

"You saw that?"

"Yes." He nodded, turning forward. "And I heard your argument with that blonde witch, and then saw you following the curly-haired boy into the corridor," he confessed, reminding Olivia that she had kissed Theodore. What she had said to Draco was true; she didn't regret her kiss with Theodore, but she knew it shouldn't have happened. For Theodore's sake. She didn't want to hurt him. "I watched the other blonde follow you two and then him storm back and snog the blonde witch." He looked over at her with a smirk, seeing the guilty and slightly hurt look that she was trying to hide. "And I'm sure you remember what happened after that."

"Yes," she replied, her eyes falling from his. "I remember quite clearly."

"What was that about, anyway?" he asked, sounding curious.

She was sure he was.

"Something stupid," she answered, meaning it. "I don't want to talk about it."

"All right."

They fell silent for a second.

A question remained on Olivia's mind, however, and she felt the need to ask it. She focused on him, her brows furrowed as she watched him study the grounds in front of them. "If you were there, why didn't you join the group?"

He raised his brows, looking at her. "Did you want me to join?"

"I don't particularly care what you do," she replied flatly, wanting to roll her eyes at his tone, feeling he was too caught up in himself. "I was merely curious, is all. There was nothing interesting happening anyway."

"Oh, I beg to differ," he said, not elaborating when she quirked her brow. "And I hope your mood doesn't have something to do with that boy with the overly bleached hair."

"His name is Draco," she snapped, catching him off guard. She watched as he slowly raised his brows, seeming surprised by her outburst, and did her best to calm herself before continuing. "And he doesn't bleach his hair. It's naturally like that."

"Sure it is," he muttered, snorting in amusement.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "No, my mood doesn't have to do with him in the slightest."

"Right."

Silence overtook them once more, both staring ahead, not having anything to say.

"Well, I should be off to bed," he told her, stepping away from the railing. "Goodnight, Olivia."

She followed him with her eyes, still facing the railing. "Goodnight, Train Boy."

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━━━━ ella's speaking !
thank god for editing bc this chapter was a HOT mess before i went back over it LMAO (i don't wanna talk about how bad it was). also, thank you for 52K & 53K reads and 3K votes!

i hope you enjoyed this chapter and the bit of revenge olivia got on daphne 🤭 (yes, my girl is becoming more unhinged this act i don't fear)

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word count: 5413. written: 9.28.-10.5.24. published: 1.13.25.