There was a girl who lived next door her name was Victoria. ... Victoria paler than ever I quickly went to the edge of her bed and when I touched her skin… my mind got blank, I was in a state of shock… I couldn’t believe she was dead. ... All of a sudden I heard the phone ringing a man with deep voice told me; “hello, good evening, I’m Victoria’s father”, he kept on talking. ... Which is something that Victoria never knew from this man that she barely knew. ... Her father also told me that Victoria’s murdered and ironically ex-boyfriend, was just like a “summer’s crush” while a visit she made to Sweden last year.
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