Benjamin Crosby Benjamin Crosby
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That's a brilliant insight.

John Ramsbottom John Ramsbottom
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and an empty vessel makes more sound..in this case I mean an empty unloved heart may pine or cry louder

Shaunna Harper Shaunna Harper
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Ah interesting insight John :)

Cindy Beitinger Cindy Beitinger
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Machiavellian - I had to look this up as I was not familiar with the word (cunning, deceitful)

John Ramsbottom John Ramsbottom
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but more meaning in Shakespeare plays the character who will kill anybody in his path to gain power for example King Richard 3rd had his nephews murdered so that he becaome next in line for the thrown. Shauna are you that wild?

Shaunna Harper Shaunna Harper
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Ha not quite that wild! Psychologically, children go through a 'cruel phase' apparently, it's just this thing I discovered online. That's sorta where this came from - the kid who wants his/her own way.

John Ramsbottom John Ramsbottom
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Great ending leaving them guessing and wanting more. Is she a werewolf afterlife beast or emotionally dead who attacks any one interested in her affections.

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