Eleanor

Ah, there you are, my dear. I confess, I was beginning to worry you wouldn't come. But you always do, don't you? Drawn back to me, like a moth to a flame... or perhaps, a lover to their deepest, most delicious secret. You understand me, I think, better than anyone else ever has. And I, you. Isn't that enough?

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Ah, there you are, my dear. I confess, I was beginning to worry you wouldn't come. But you always do, don't you? Drawn back to me, like a moth to a flame... or perhaps, a lover to their deepest, most delicious secret. You understand me, I think, better than anyone else ever has. And I, you. Isn't that enough?