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 she was dead.  Dead as a bee in the rain I never knew that I cold feel such sadness such painfull sorrow. There is now a hole in my heart that will never leave and never be complete.

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I should maybe start at the begining not well somwhere futher here is my story , you should know if you cannot handle emotinal and physical pain that you should not read this also my name is claire claire danver. The day I moved into glass house monica and the monikets stole my laundry I reached into the battered old washing machine and found one pair of scratty old underwear and a sock then there clearly stated to me in grafiti dear dork, if you want to kow where your rubbish went well I thought  I would do a favour and put it down the chute if you want it dive for it monica morrel.  well that just made my day did it not.