Her aura oozed sadness like her lips oozed blood. Her own sad aura blended with those of the like; as they say - misery loves its company. The happy shouts and laughs of others cut through her fog like searing hot knife intent on branding her heart with jealously forever. And the sound of her name being called wrapped itself around her neck and
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