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The cool brisk night air slightly ruffled her skirt. She didn't mind. The water rippled like blue sattin. Ankel deep in the pools of fabric, she began to sing. Sad and pure. For her freedom, she would make the words dance like the stars reflected in the lake. Slowly the lyrics unraveled into nothingness . soon, she softly hummed the sweet melody. Her breath hitched. She let herself fall to her knees. Tears run down her shadowed face. Who would save her now? No one. She lifted her face to see the moon. Letting the tears fall like she did, and smiled. "Hello Marcus. "

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