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Such a deep, dark, silent blue. I stared as far into her eyes as I could, hoping to sense some glimmer of understanding, some hint of awareness. The deeper I dove, the darker became the blue, until the blue became the black of some bottomless lake.As I think back on that dark and stormy night, I can only wonder why the proturbence in my freshly laundered Fruit of the Loom white boxers arose. Was it the increasing crescendo of the earbreaking thunder? Or the blinding flash of the immaculate whiteness of the lightning? In the seemingly endless seconds of gazing into her deep blue eyes, like depthless pools of liquidity, I realized I wanted her dead. To slip the strangling cords of life, here on this barren and cold world.

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