Tricks
I will kill him.
He took away my father.
I will not let him continue these ways of killing.
Just the way he walks, just the way he talks, sends cold-blooded torment
running up my spine
and through my skull.
I am beauty and he is beast.
Even beauty can avenge her father.
Even beauty can trick a beast into falling in love.
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