The Rainbow Life: Stories in Different Colours
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Stories are told in different color; some are blue, some are as bright as yellow, some maybe dull like purples or mourn like black. Still, stories meant to be in different tint, shaded with hues.
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|CRIME OF PASSION|
She looked upon the eye of a dead man. There was no soul. There was neither compassion nor callousness, just an urn of a once blissful soul. She looked up at the eye of the cynical. There was neither tenderness nor adoration, just a phantom loathing with her selfish desires.
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