Bloody Tales
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My mother made a sly, quizzical comment.
I was no Kendall Jenner but I came close. I was a 16-year-old, standing tall at 5'2 ft, and—I could hold my own. I had strawberry blonde hair, a feature I got from my dad's genes. From what I'd seen so far, everyone in the town had black or dark brown hair—including my maternal family. With my striking baby blue eyes, which were no doubt my killer attribute—I could get any guy I wanted, any guy, and of course, I inherited those from my dad. I had no time for boys though, those hormonal teenagers only wanted one thing, my body. I had a pretty much-toned body with porcelain skin, courtesy of years of working out with my father.
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