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Culprit's Bay

Svetlana Yulia  Kozlovsky

Half a week passed to the event Dominic made no effort to giggle on corny jokes and braid our hairs together which firmed my belief that there was no wedding just aggravating wedding bells.

Good for me and Sandra. Bred like a race horse Sandra only looked the part. Regality was a component never fated to dissolve in her dense nature. I’d collected it from all the journals and sticky notes I’ve gone through in her drawers. She wasn’t cut out for this brutal world.

She was one prissy princess who wanted everything perfect and pink. But I’m skeptical a girl with such beliefs would hardly leave her journals filled with an emotional load of crap behind or maybe she was one of those whinny dramatics who wanted someone to read it after her and mourn her.

With a file in front of me, I go through these obscene detail

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