About: The Princess Named Mia

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If there was anything she loved, it was fairy tales. She loved them so much, even in high school. My name’s Gabriel, Gabe for short. I’m tall and lanky, long, dusty blonde hair and my face is covered in freckles. But she still loved me, almost as much as she loved fairy tales. She was short, standing around five feet two inches, with short, jagged brown hair. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and her lips were always quirked into a small smile. Her name was Mia, and we were seniors in high school. I thought we would be together forever... Heh, I was stupid.

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rdfs:comment	If there was anything she loved, it was fairy tales. She loved them so much, even in high school. My name’s Gabriel, Gabe for short. I’m tall and lanky, long, dusty blonde hair and my face is covered in freckles. But she still loved me, almost as much as she loved fairy tales. She was short, standing around five feet two inches, with short, jagged brown hair. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and her lips were always quirked into a small smile. Her name was Mia, and we were seniors in high school. I thought we would be together forever... Heh, I was stupid.
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abstract	If there was anything she loved, it was fairy tales. She loved them so much, even in high school. My name’s Gabriel, Gabe for short. I’m tall and lanky, long, dusty blonde hair and my face is covered in freckles. But she still loved me, almost as much as she loved fairy tales. She was short, standing around five feet two inches, with short, jagged brown hair. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, and her lips were always quirked into a small smile. Her name was Mia, and we were seniors in high school. I thought we would be together forever... Heh, I was stupid. “Don’t you ever get tired of reading fairy tales? That stuff’s for little girls, you know,” I absentmindedly said one day, arm lazily slung across her shoulders. She tensed, shooting a look my way and hugging the pink children’s book to her chest. “No, they’re fun. I don’t care for any of the stuff they make you read nowadays, it’s all shit,” she huffed. I dropped the subject. It was getting late, and I offered to drive her home... She accepted the offer, and I drove her to her house, walking her up the front door. She gave me a kiss, bidding her goodnights and disappearing into the house. But something was off about the way she said it, the way she kissed me. Her eyes were far off, not unusual for her, but they were darker than usual, even under the porch lights. I just stood there, for I don’t know how damn long, and then... nothing.

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