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Red was Mary's favorite color. Not just because it was the color of roses, but also the color of love. She was in love with red as soon as she knew what love was. It was her primary color in daycare. Her favorite color in first grade and the color her mother had to order repeatedly since she kept using up her red in her coloring pencil set. She had so many red things that her room that was slowly turning into a red flower of its own.
She remembered red as vividly as yesterday, but she can't recall when she stopped loving it. Just like most of us can't recognize when we stop loving something. Red only came back to her these last moments when all she could think of was red. Not because it was all she saw, but also because it was all she felt... Red. All the old good memories of such a wonderful color now slowly draining the quality of the essence from it. Why red, why red if it hurts this much. Why red if we can actually smell it? As she began to fade, she could still smell the fresh blood, the red blood of her attacker, metallic and ...
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