Beauty is a net, both in and out. Words are a shackle, both heeded and spoken. Love is a snare, into which many people fall. Their loyalties are tethered to another, twisted and teased, doomed to be pulled unto a self-wrought peril. When two ties are snared to one—mingling and mauling—the heart falls with the world below their feet. A gain so sweet and an end so devastating.

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