She walks outside to the balcony, letting the cold prick her skin and making her breath smoke with each breath. She looks over her shoulder a little and speaks with a voice full of pain and sadness, a whisper of guilt and regret. The party is inside.... You don't want to miss it. You have always loved parties.
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