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Mr Snow put down his coffee cup and looked around. Nice things, a pleasant home, even sunshine filtering somehow softly in through the slowly moving curtains.
He chuckled softly. Too little contrast, he thought to himself. Time to once again bring a touch of darkness into the equation.
To add misery. Someone elses misery.
Mr Snow smiled, as he knew she would come. The kind of woman he sought has little choice; much like a moth seeks the flame she will inevitably find a man like Mr Snow.
And, as his fire now was blazing high, all he had to do was display it. And wait.
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