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Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. She had lost it. He arrived at 6:29 sharp on the night of the Junior Prom. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet.
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