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I couldn't help but feel my heart shrivel as I stood in front of her grave. There was no grief, but a pit of anger that grew bigger each day. I should have known better. I should have known better than to trust her to stay alive. I consider the fact that maybe I should be relieved, but the steaming anger won't tolerate relief. All I want to feel is rage, and that is okay. I could never pinpoint when the seed of darkness was planted inside her. If you knew her as a child, you would never suspect such a sweet face to succumb to such wickednes...
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It’s the coldest day of the year, with temperatures at ten degrees Fahrenheit. Snow blankets the ground, with only the salt-covered roads a different color than white. It’s my year to host Christmas Eve for the family and everything needs to be perfect. I add more wood to the fireplace and adjust the stockings. On my way to the kitchen, I check the grandfather clock in the corner of the hallway. Half an hour till the party starts. I rearrange plates of cookies and carry them into the dining room, coordinating them into colorful patterns, whe...
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