She was a beauty when you faced her.

She was a nightmare from behind.

She was sweet and never ate.

She was vulgar and voracious.

She walked with confidence and grace.

She danced with wild abandon.

She loved with all her heart.

She despised every little thing.

She sleeps with her back to me.

She strangles me every night.

She opens her second mouth and yells for me to die.

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