White Blackbird Hunters.
English

White Blackbird Hunters.

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fiction

The last time I saw her, she winked at me, sharing a knowing look and a smile that could melt ice. Now they say that she looks nothing like she used to. Her smile has turned into a strained grimace and her jokes are pale echoes of her former wit. Shame on those who would rather destroy beauty than endure envy. Shame on them and also those who brazenly turn their heads pretending to be blind.

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