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My meeting with him began when we were born in the same hospital at the very same time. Was it kindergarten? I remember how tears welled up in his large eyes and rolled down his cheeks just because I took his favorite toy. That moment awakened my first sadistic impulse, and I've been doing this ever since. I've made every effort to see him cry by snatching, hiding, and trampling on the things he loves without him knowing. What started with objects evolved into people; I dated anyone he was getting along with, regardless of their gender. But for the past few days, he seems to have developed feelings for me. I'm already thrilled at the prospect of this being the perfect situation to make him cry. Oops, I made him cry again.