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  1. Itwas a fairly bright night. The moon was out and it lit up the park where Kiearawas at. The clouds beyond the moon signaled a far off rain though. She lovedtaking late night walks in the moonlight. The trees blew softly with the lightbreeze, and the leaves rustled along with it. Below her feet was the soft swishof the grass as she tread over it. <o:p></o:p>
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    Shehad ghostly pale skin coupled with bright emerald green eyes. Her eyes stuckout against her pale appearance. She rose to a height of 5'3. Not exceptionallytall, but not too short either. Her hair was a vibrant red. Not orange. Red.Naturally. Yes she was a ginger as some people like to call them. A red head.Whatever name have you. She had a petite curvatious body frame that suited herperfectly. Adorning her pale skin she had a small line of freckles over thebridge of her nose and on her cheeks that complimented her face. She wore apair of black jeans and a long sleeved purple top. Her crimson curls werepulled back into a pony tail. A beautiful young woman in her eary twenties.<o:p></o:p>
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    Shewasn't aware of what would happen tonight. She was on her way to the local clubwhere she was expected to be. She was just taking the scenic route. Through thepark that is. One wouldn't normally believe that she would dread going to dosomething that normal people considered fun. She did though. She had her ownreason as to why though. The one person who controlled her every move and madeher life miserable would be there. That's how she ended up heading that way inthe first place. She was told to. <o:p></o:p>
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    Shenever was really fond of the control over her. Course could one be fond ofsomeone telling you what to do all the time? Who this person was, was hercontrolling boyfriend, Daegon. Though she resented even calling him that. She'dtried to get away, but it never worked out that way. Sometimes controllingturned to a more physical approach.<o:p></o:p>
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    Keiarasighed as she reached the club, but didn't enter just yet. She pondered thebrief thought that this may be her chance to get away. This may be her chanceto disappear without a trace. However, he'd find a way to get to her. Everytime. And when he did her punishments just got worse.<o:p></o:p>
     
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