Murder of the Ballerina
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My name is Rowan. I used to attend the Juilliard school for dance. See how I said used to, I was murdered December 19, 2013. I kind of think that when people look at those in ballet they think of either snobs or soft spoken people. I really don't think I fit into either I am just a girl, who wants REVENGE. Although I am dead my killer will pay.
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