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We said we'd make it. We said that we wouldn't turn out like them, and that we would see our wedding day. Our love is stronger than those in movies and books, it's everlasting. Eric and Shelly never made it. James and his love didn't. Even with the flowers he painted on the side of the house, Alex and his fiance Diana didn't make it either. We were so close. So close to making it to the masquerade when she got in our way. Rita was her name. She had long, smoke-colored curling hair. She reeked of death, and her skin was cold and icy like a september rain. Her voice was harsh, and her appreciation for what has been given to us, non-exsistent. she grabs me by the arm and pulls me away. I see his face stricken with horror, watching, as a beautiful crimson rain seems to fall from beneath me. My whole body feels like it's on fire, and yet I am freezing. My limbs feel as if they're being pulled everywhich way. The pain is nothing compared to that look on his face. Reality has no time to hit. I feel my head hit something hard, and then...
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We don't know what it was exactly that took her as of yet. If it was the force of the hurricane pulling her to pieces, or if it was maybe when her head clipped the top of that transformer on that now fallen electrical pole at 155 mph. No one has located the top half of her body yet. All we've been able to find is a young man in a tux holding pieces of her close to his chest. We can't do anything to get him to let them go. We've tried everything. He just keeps shouting, and - - No! NO DON'T!!!!! DROP THAT!!!! DON'T DO THAT TO YOURSELF MAN!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *crackle crackle* [End transmission]

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We said we'd make it. We said that we wouldn't turn out like them, and that we would see our wedding day. Our love is stronger than those in movies and books, it's everlasting. Eric and Shelly never made it. James and his love didn't. Even with the flowers he painted on the side of the house, Alex and his fiance Diana didn't make it either. We were so close. So close to making it to the masquerade when she got in our way. Rita was her name. She had long, smoke-colored curling hair. She reeked of death, and her skin was cold and icy like a september rain. Her voice was harsh, and her appreciation for what has been given to us, non-exsistent. she grabs me by the arm and pulls me away. I see his face stricken with horror, watching, as a beautiful crimson rain seems to fall from beneath me. My whole body feels like it's on fire, and yet I am freezing. My limbs feel as if they're being pulled everywhich way. The pain is nothing compared to that look on his face. Reality has no time to hit. I feel my head hit something hard, and then...
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We don't know what it was exactly that took her as of yet. If it was the force of the hurricane pulling her to pieces, or if it was maybe when her head clipped the top of that transformer on that now fallen electrical pole at 155 mph. No one has located the top half of her body yet. All we've been able to find is a young man in a tux holding pieces of her close to his chest. We can't do anything to get him to let them go. We've tried everything. He just keeps shouting, and - - No! NO DON'T!!!!! DROP THAT!!!! DON'T DO THAT TO YOURSELF MAN!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *crackle crackle* [End transmission]