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 Some had been smart and some had been funny, and others still had given him big eyes while being both. And he loved women. He loved the filthy temptresses and the newly, earnestly horny, and the women who fucked for money. Rachel wasn't special because they were less...  
She was special because they were all fucking amazing, and she still felt like more. 
There was no one trait, no logical reason. Nothing he could point to and say, This, this makes her better than those other women. No defining moment where his honest lust for everything she represented had slipped over the line into this gnawing, obsessive hunger he couldn't escape. 
She was a work of art. Jared saw the paint and the canvas and a few pleasant shapes. Ace felt the earth move.  



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