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I saw her when she was ten years old; at a time I considered blowing my brains out—and not just because it would splatter nicely on the walls. This wasn’t a stroke of luck, it all began when my mother died.
Some might say I became obsessed. Others might see things differently.
A soulmate. A favorable outcome. A twist of fate.
Judge for yourself.