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Have you ever seen something so beautiful and perfect that you just want to destroy it? Blast footsteps through perfect white snow, rip petals from a full blooded rose or sink blunt stubby fingertips through the delicately taunt skin of ripe fruit and into its swollen oozing heart? Have you ever seen something so magnificent and hideously perfect that something inside you thirsts for its life’s blood and seeps tension into your veins that tightens every muscle as a hunter locked in the moment of immortal, aggressive silence before the final strike? Do you understand now just how I felt when your eyes met mine? Your horrifically, hideously, beautiful eyes.