Dearest Melanie
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//COMPLETE//
Dearest Melanie,
I love looking at you. Your short pink hair, your kind blue eyes, your porcelain skin that I want to mark as my own. I adore you, Melanie Cèsairé.
Love,
Your secret admirer.
21-year-old found dead in Manchester apartment
Mathew Lester, 21, was found dead in his Manchester apartment yesterday. Post mortem reports suggest that he was strangled to death.
Dearest Melanie,
I did it for us, love.
Love,
Your secret admirer.
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