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         The woman stared at me incredulously and I returned the favor. To me, she appeared to be a fish, with her mouth open and speechless. "Y-You killed her?" she asked, repeating exactly what I had just told her. Humans can be so peculiar sometimes. I do not think I would ever understand them.     "Yes, that is what I said," I reply fairly casually from my perch on her neatly kept desk. "Unless you had heard wrong that is?"     "No, that is not it," came her sharp response as she shook her head and looked at me once more, "but I mean...You killed the girl; the little girl you seem to have held on the highest of pedestals, and yet yo

A Meeting It had been a dark December night.  I believe it was snowing when it happened.  The first snowfall—so cold it was. During those days of past, I read her stories of winter and she was entranced by the magic of it all.  She made me promise that I would catch a snowflake for her, like how I had described from the books.  I remember telling her how she was one of those snowflakes, so beautiful and intricate, that not even a book could ever express; she did not believe me and complained how I was, "being a grown-up again".  Now, it could be said that whatever had happened, happened long ago, but for me—from my perspective—