Prologue

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I smiled as I watched her work. Her hands were quick and agile, her face a mask of total concentration. I marveled at her sweet hot-pink hair, the beautiful locks tied up into a messy ponytail. Her smooth, pale pink skin, which would flush the most wonderful shade of magenta. She was sweet and perfect and I didn't  know where I'd be without her. She was my everything. I didn't deserve her, yet for some reason she still loved me. We were incredibly compatible and she made me happy like no one and nothing else could. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't.

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