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"I gave her everything," Petra’s voice rose, cracking with a sudden, jagged energy. "I gave her the clothes, the connections, the bed! And she left for a man. A man , Marlene. Someone who couldn't possibly understand the architecture of her soul the way I do."

Marlene didn’t speak. She never did. She rose, poured the drink with clinical precision, and placed the sketchbook on the duvet. The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant

"You love me, don't you?" Petra sneered, though her eyes were brimming with fresh tears. "In your own silent, pathetic way. You stay because you enjoy watching me crumble. It makes us equals, doesn't it? My heartbreak and your servitude." "I gave her everything," Petra’s voice rose, cracking

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