[Chapter 2: Chris]

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     I knew what time she'd arrive at the party and what time she'd leave the house. I knew everything about her, down to the brand of shampoo she uses and the name of her stuffed rhinoceros. I had one job--and one job only.

     I drove in my black car-a common car, a car that a lot of people had. I'd nailed a fake license plate over my real one. And I saw her. She was beautiful. She was perfect. Perfect auburn hair, perfect hazel eyes, and a perfect body. She was a bit skinny, but we could fix that. I smiled, imagining the happy, perfect family. Viola would be the perfect addition to the family.

     "Excuse me miss, do you need a lift?"

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