It was a Tuesday.

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On Tuesday, I found her body.

It was just there for anyone to find, for anyone to take.

I couldn't help myself.

I know I shouldn't have done it.

Father will be so upset.

What was I supposed to do? Just leave it?

Leave it for anyone to possess... to- to consume?

It's mine now, and I'm not giving it back.

No one can take it from me. Not even he can.

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