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There was a poem on the singed and sodden page.

To Ysabel, my pretty belle,
My little love, my willow,
How great you make my heart to swell
With your longest hair of yellow.

But then, beneath it, in a different, jagged, twisting hand:

Demand better.

Bruh I’m disgusted why do men ruin everything??? Literally throwing tantrums because a woman told you no. Grow tf up