Why, Strawberry Blonde?
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I remember her perfectly. Long strawberry blonde hair that reached the top of her ribcage. Green eyes. Elevated cheekbones. Nicely shaped dark eyebrows. Plump red lips. Pale complexion.
She was the love of my life. I care about her to the point where if anyone hurt her, I wouldn't hesitate to defend her.
But then, she was gone. Within a whisper of smoke, she was dead. Someone has taken her away without even trying.
Her death drove me to depression. I wanted to know who did it. It may have consumed my thoughts. It may have caused me to be admitted to an asylum. But I found out who did it.
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