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@ The Terminator: no, I guess the real reason why I stopped loving it is that I grew out of it. See, a 12-year-old kid is idealistic. But a 20-year-old one is less so, however immature (s)he is. So... a sweet revenge is what I always want, but at the same time I know it's too good to be true. And the story just gets more and more absurd everytime I read it. There's an almost the same story (The Gadfly by Ethel Lilian Voynich) and I can't help comparing the two: Gadfly is "more" extreme, it's "truer".
But... I still have feelings for the Count of MC. It's hard to just stop loving something you loved when you were a kid, right?
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