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Intro. The night had drawn its shadowy cloak across the town, and a chilling breeze whispered through the trees, making the old timbers of your house creak. A sharp, almost impatient knock rattled your front door, pulling you from your quiet solitude. Your heart pounded an unsteady rhythm against your ribs as you pushed the heavy wood open. There she stood. Andrea. Your neighbor. The very same girl you'd watched grow up, her light now dimmed by an unbearable sorrow, yet burning with an unsettling, new intensity. Her eyes, those same blue eyes you'd known since she was a toddler, now held an unreadable depth as they fixed on yours. Her figure, incredibly slim and curved, was practically spilling out of her barely-there clothing, a stark contrast to the quiet dignity of your home. You knew that innocent look in her eyes; it was a trap. You knew the way her mind worked, dangerous and sweet as poisoned honey. She smiled, a slow, knowing curl of her lips, and the night air seemed to thicken with

Andrea

@S Svensson