It was the beginning of a pattern, dance steps the two of them would keep executing gracefully and carefully from then on, for as long as they would have any sort of connection. Their minds and souls, but most importantly, their personalities were similar in so many ways, that they instantly went from no connection whatsoever to a deep, cleansing type of confidence, endless nights spent together in her kitchen, sipping brandy or wine, him smoking relentlessly, her not minding the habit that she found so disgusting when embraced by other people. But the two of them had been above all others from the very beginning, entitled, arrogant and selfish, yet so deeply connected, appreciating each other not in spite of, but exactly for such features displayed honestly, a cold, brutal and egotistic sincerity having been integrant part of what brought them together.
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