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Simon felt a familiar pair of hands cup his face. "How's my little bird?" Simon growled. "Come on," they slipped a gloved finger into Simon's mouth. "tell phanty what's wrong."
Simon bit his finger. "You know what's wrong."
The Phantom laughed. "I do, you nasty sinner. You're in love with a murderer, a murderer that killed your sister-in-law. You must have so much shame."
They were right.
Simon was full of shame.