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remember the day she wore it. At the bake
sale. I complimented her on it. It picked
up the blue of her eyes. Made her look
relaxed, happy, in love. I hold it close to
me. She was taken by a monster, and I
cannot not shake the feeling that I have
something to do with it.
Have you ever read a status
message and just knew it was about you
even though it wasn't addressed to you?
The words cut through you like a knife.
