Plagued
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Sophia's beauty blossomed as a red rose in spring, it spread across her lean physique and into her soft heart. Troubled, her roommate, Bridget, searched for days. Days grew to weeks. Each hour passed by slowly, the clock's gears moving in slow motion. Sophia, now plastered into posters on each pole. Her screams filled Bridget's ears, images of blood gushing out of her roommate's body flashed through her eyes. As anxiety swept through her face and sweat began to drip down. She thought, " Will I ever see her again?"
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