The doll was pretty.
Beautiful amber curls.
A lovely blue dress.
Big dark eyes.
She was everything the little girl had wanted.
They were the best of friends.
They went everywhere together.
They did everything together.
They laughed together.
They cried together.
They played together.
They watched together.
They chose the targets together.
They killed together.
They buried the bodies together.
They were the best of friends.
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