𝕍𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕤

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Prologue



What a pretty girl she was.
She walked down the damp streets, jumping in puddles along the way.
Her light curls, slightly damp, bounced. They stuck to her milky skin as her faint laughter rang through the air.
Her dirty sneakers got even more dirty.
As did my thoughts.

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