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     She was caring, beautiful, and funny. She was warm when all my world was cold. I would never get tired of listening to her voice. The prettiest dirty blonde hair and light brown skin. The most delicate brown eyes, the color of the earth when it just had finished raining. They looked like new beginnings. I had missed her so much.

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