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She would come every night. And every night he would fear her arrival and eagerly await her presence. She was neither an angel nor a demon, she was both corporeal and incorporeal. She forced him to confront sides of himself he was unwilling or unable to face alone, but he was alone; her mere presence vanquished the loneliness. When she came, he felt both strong and weak, assured and uncertain. There were times he could look her in the face and times he could not. Tonight, he fought the need for sleep. but he would lose and she would come.

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