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Death.
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Once it's got its claws into you...
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it never lets go.
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When I was standing on that beach,
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looking at that boy's body, I just kept wondering if...
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if my girl looked that peaceful after he killed her.
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I don't think she did.
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OK, petal.
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Yes.
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You are a gem, a precious gem.
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No, Mum's the word.
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Thank you.