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I watched as the 22-year-old, female college senior surveyed the scene. She stood five feet, seven inches tall, and had beautiful silken hair that looked as whispy and delicate as a spider’s web. Her eyes were a shimmering blue-grey, full of intelligence as she searched for the clues invisible to both the cops and myself. Her name was Alasyia, and she was my best friend. We had been attending college together, she and I, and now we were studying abroad, here in England. She was going to go to Europe, Japan, or even Australia,
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