Answer
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By
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all
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accounts,
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she
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almost
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drowned
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When
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she
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was
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six
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in
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frigid
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water
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And
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I
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can
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confirm
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she
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made
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A
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curious
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child,
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ever
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reviled
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By
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everyone
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except
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her
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own
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father
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With
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a
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quite
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bewitching
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face
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Splendidly
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selfish,
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charmingly
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helpless
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Excellent
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fun
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til
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you
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get
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to
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know
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her
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Then
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she
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runs
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like
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it's
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a
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race
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Behind
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her
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back,
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her
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best
|
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Answer
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mates
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laughed
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And
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they
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nicknamed
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her
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"The
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Bolter"
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Started
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with
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a
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kiss,
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"Oh,
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we
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must
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stop
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meeting
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like
|
this"
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But
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it
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always
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ends
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up
|
with
|
a
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town
|
car
|
speeding
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Out
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the
|
drive
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one
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evening
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Ended
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with
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the
|
slam
|
of
|
a
|
door
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Then
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he'll
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call
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her
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a
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'whore'
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Wish
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he
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wouldn't
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be
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sore
|
But
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as
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she
|
was
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leaving
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It
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felt
|
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Answer
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like
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breathing
|
All
|
her
|
fucking
|
lives
|
Flashed
|
before
|
her
|
eyes
|
It
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feels
|
like
|
the
|
time
|
She
|
fell
|
through
|
the
|
ice...
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Then
|
came
|
out
|
alive
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He
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was
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a
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cad,
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wanted
|
her
|
bad
|
Just
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like
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any
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good
|
trophy
|
hunter
|
And
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she
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liked
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the
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way
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it
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tastes
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Taming
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a
|
bear,
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making
|
him
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care
|
Watching
|
him
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jump
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then
|
pulling
|
him
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under
|
And
|
|
Answer
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at
|
first
|
blush,
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this
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is
|
fate
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When
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it's
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all
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roses,
|
portrait
|
poses
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Central
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Park
|
Lake
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in
|
tiny
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rowboats
|
What
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a
|
charming
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Saturday!
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That's
|
when
|
she
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sees
|
the
|
littlest
|
leaks
|
Down
|
in
|
the
|
floorboards
|
And
|
she
|
just
|
knows.
|
She
|
must
|
bolt.
|
Started
|
with
|
a
|
kiss,
|
"Oh,
|
we
|
must
|
stop
|
meeting
|
like
|
this"
|
But
|
it
|
always
|
ends
|
up
|
with
|
a
|
|
Answer
|
town
|
car
|
speeding
|
Out
|
the
|
drive
|
one
|
evening
|
Ended
|
with
|
the
|
slam
|
of
|
a
|
door
|
Then
|
he'll
|
call
|
her
|
a
|
'whore'
|
Wish
|
he
|
wouldn't
|
be
|
sore
|
But
|
as
|
she
|
was
|
leaving
|
It
|
felt
|
like
|
breathing
|
All
|
her
|
fucking
|
lives
|
Flashed
|
before
|
her
|
eyes
|
It
|
feels
|
like
|
the
|
time
|
She
|
fell
|
through
|
the
|
ice...
|
Then
|
came
|
out
|
alive
|
She's
|
|
Answer
|
been
|
many
|
places
|
with
|
Men
|
of
|
many
|
faces
|
First
|
they're
|
off
|
to
|
the
|
races
|
And
|
she's
|
laughing
|
drawing
|
aces
|
But
|
none
|
of
|
it
|
is
|
changing
|
That
|
the
|
chariot
|
is
|
waiting
|
Hearts
|
are
|
hers
|
for
|
the
|
breaking
|
There's
|
escape
|
in
|
escaping
|
Started
|
with
|
a
|
kiss
|
"Oh,
|
we
|
must
|
stop
|
meeting
|
like
|
this"
|
But
|
it
|
always
|
ends
|
with
|
a
|
town
|
|
Answer
|
car
|
speeding
|
Out
|
the
|
drive
|
one
|
evening
|
Ended
|
with
|
the
|
slam
|
of
|
a
|
door
|
But
|
she's
|
got
|
the
|
best
|
stories,
|
You
|
can
|
be
|
sure
|
That
|
as
|
she
|
was
|
leaving.
|
It
|
felt
|
like
|
freedom.
|
All
|
her
|
fucking
|
lives
|
Flashed
|
before
|
her
|
eyes
|
And
|
she
|
realized
|
It
|
feels
|
like
|
the
|
time
|
She
|
fell
|
through
|
the
|
ice
|
Then
|
came
|
out
|
alive
|
|