Only a proxy. How delightful!
Someone who has tried to take away something so meaningful, so precious to me because of her own selfish wants...
How delightful is it to find out that she is only a proxy to the person she loves. Perhaps that makes me mean, or evil?, that I find delight in this news.
I see it as poetic justice. Or maybe Karma.
She's just a proxy!
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