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Farewell

“What, are you mad, officer? Are you just going to leave without a fight? Are you a man?” Monica asked, with the same smug expression as before.

“Yes, I am a man, and yes I am leaving, Monica, for you are the rudeliest welcome to this world. I once found you to be like diamond, but you are nothing but ormolus! An imitation, a liar, and a right devil! You have toyed with me for the longest time; thus, I wish the best of luck to the fool Benedict, the best of luck to his soon-to-be-lost riches and feelings, soon lost to the hands of such a she-beast! I don’t want to see your face any longer – it infects my eyes! And so, I bid you adieu!”

With a slam of the door, Antonio was gone, yet he slammed the door with such force, the painting he had hung on the wall crashed to the floor with an ominous sound, the strangest onomatopoeia, a sound so loud and ringing that it seemed to hang in the room for the rest of the day.

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