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“What do I do with all this pain? Where do I place it? If I cannot give it to God, then who do I give it to? If I don’t get it out of me, then it will kill me.” ‘But I want to die, don’t I?’ Samyaza took his cheeks, held them. “You don’t want to die.” “I do.” “No, you don’t.” Samyaza’s thumb dragged along to catch one of Azazel’s tears. “You want this pain in you to die.” “I’m all pain now.”

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Book:Angels & Man
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