This must be how a magnet feels trying to stick to plastic
–begging for any sliver of iron, no matter how small, how sharp,
or how fleeting the attraction may be;
but if just for an instant to relieve that feeling of s
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Yet, instead, the magnet is further met with the traitorous transmutation of that plastic to metal of identical polarity,
steadily increasing in strength with no conscience, no empathy,
no human senses whatsoever which would slow, halt, or reverse the process of heightening injury being done to the other.

In fact, infinitely more regard does a hammer have for a nail than did she have for me.