A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red. A folded note, a broken mirror, a young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangle, the room begins to swirl. She was mommy's perfect angel and daddy's little girl.

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A locked door, a rusty razor, a towel stained with red. A folded note, a broken mirror, a young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangle, the room begins to swirl. She was mommy's perfect angel and daddy's little girl.

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