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Her name was Lucinda.
She was 17 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.
Blake always kissed her forehead.
She wished it were her lips.

His name was Blake.
He was older than Luz.
Luz called him Blakey.
His hair was dark.
His eyes were light.
Everyone was scared of him.
Everyone avoided him.
Luz always kissed his cheeks.
He wished it were his lips.

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