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((Ayngel is engineered to be beautiful, you don't understand.))
Raina suddenly glanced at Ayngel's neck and her face wen from the utter malicous envy to complete sorrowed guilt. No wonder. On the woman's pale neck was a celtic decorated DH right on the back of her neck. It was black, seemingly a tattoo. Somehow, the ink made the woman's apperence more intesifying and eletric. Smiling sympathetically Raina leaned over Aygnel, resting her hands under her chin. For severl moments blue eyes clashed with violet.
"Your a Doll, aren't you?"
Ayngel's eyes flickered to grief. "Not any more. I served my time. How could you tell?"
"Un godly beautiful, the symbol on your neck. Its obvious."
Ayngel looked away, her face grown into worry. _________________ "If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain."
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