The Color Red
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From the dark alley corner adjacent to the bus stop, I watched her. This jet black-haired entrantress who's art mimicked my own, in a strange, less exhausting way.
I couldn't help but to wonder what her fascination was with crime scenes.
I couldn't help but to wonder if she'd ever noticed me observing her from afar. If she did, she was good at hiding it.
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The closer she gets to the truth, the closer she gets to him. And once he has her... he's never letting go. Love was never supposed to feel like a crime. But when every clue she follows leads back to him, she has to wonder-was she always meant to catch the killer, or was she meant to fall for him?
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