Preface
I was sitting down at the table with her for supper. She wore a purple polka dotted dress and white high heels. Her blonde hair was set into curls with a little bow holding her bangs out of her face. Everything about her seemed so civil and gracious.
Regardless of her kind display if you focus mainly into her eyes you would discover something past the kind blue into the ill will of revenge. A revenge that I learn I had set off. At that very table is where we met and also where we would last see each other. But there's a catch, one of us would have to be killed.
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