Marcela Sweet was, in every sense of the word, Beautiful. From her stunning blonde curls to her extremely pricey stilettos. Marcela Sweet was also, in every sense of the word, dumb. She couldn't count past double digits and if she dared read anything it was no larger than a single page with a picture to help her understand the words. One thing Marcela had in life that many did not, aside from her magnificent figure and golden smile, was money. She had a lot of money. Not of her own earnings of course. But of her father Amadeus Sweet.
He was a creater of Sweet Scents. Sweet Scents was an air freshner company. One might not expect such a company to gain a large enough profit but Amadeus Sweet sold only to the rich. Particularly his biggest seller was scents for coffins. Seemed many rich folk disliked the smell of rotting corpses or even the meer thought of the stench. So they paid large amounts of money to keep their dearly departed smelling fresh six feet under. Raspberry Honey was Marcela Sweets favorite scent. So it was only right that they buried her with such a smell.
You see one night Marcela was enjoying a glass of water in a kind of place she normally wouldnt be caught dead in. She couldnt resist, however, the glass full of a mixture of many liquids that one of which was certainly not water. In fact it was the opposite. Water is good for your health. It can quench thirsts, cool you down, and even assist with a dry throat. However, the liquid that was not water was infact poison, which has been agreed upon by many be not as good for your health as water. And with this unhealthy sip from the glass she died here soon after.
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