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The gods gifted me an endless sensory state. The inability to understand the cold of the world. This gift would have been my death sentence if they had not completed it with the ferocity of a wild animal. I know I will have to decide what to give you when you are in front of me. If my vulnerability or the animal. Or maybe you have the capacity to love my ferocity. Then my vulnerability will simply be revealed to you.

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