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Her name was Lucinda.
She was 16 years old.
Everyone called her Luz.
Her hair was as red as flames.
Her eyes were as blue as ice.
Everyone loved her.
Everyone wanted to spend time with her.
Every week she borrowed another one of his books.

His name was Blake.
He was older than Luz.
Nobody had a nickname for him.
His hair was dark.
His eyes were light.
Everyone was scared of him.
Everyone avoided him.
Every night he taped messages for her at his window.

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