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For a moment Darien fantasied about what it would be like to shoot an arrow through Cupid’s heart. In slow motion the arrow would fly until it pierced its target. “His heart is probably black,” Darien thought as he imagined black sludge pouring from the Greek god’s chest cavity. The image made Darien smile, but like all fanatical speculations the mind specter soon faded away only to be replaced by a gnawing emptiness. 


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