And I loathe you for being one. But I loathe myself more for associating with one, and for wanting to try and...love one.
[He breaks off, frustration written plainly across his face.] Do you know how much I hated you and want-- wanted you when you first forced me into your bed?
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[He breaks off, frustration written plainly across his face.] Do you know how much I hated you and want-- wanted you when you first forced me into your bed?