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L did not withdraw her hand, and he touched her lips. Now she could feel his tears under her palm, and she could also feel an unfamiliar, almost animal-like excitement growing in her, accompanied by strange feelings of pity and an equally strong tenderness. It grew stronger and stronger, and at one point she suddenly wanted to kiss the vermin. Almost without thinking, L leaned over the enemy's face and kissed him. Feeling the saltiness of his tears, she continued to kiss his eyes, his lips, and it seemed that the man's tears were becoming even more abundant, or maybe they were not his tears, but her own tears, which, mixing with the tears of her offender, washed away the previous flavour of evil from his face. L kissed his lips and chin over and over again, getting more and more involved in a strange passionate game that fascinated and drove her crazy. Unknown forces were pushing them both towards each other, and it was useless to resist them...