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We are all snowflakes. Every snowflake has it's very own special pattern. Wouldn't have MYSELF any other way. Neither should YOU.

In his peripheral vision, he had spotted the woman that conquered his dreams more than once and he allowed his gaze to follow her path. She carried herself in an enthusiastic way. She sways side to side in her fancy magenta-colored dress.

He checked the time, and it read 6:36 PM.

With her first day at the school, she slid open to door to a completely silent classroom. Some students were sleeping and some were writing and some just looked as if they were in another world.

I gathered all the patience I had set aside, for moments like these and waited for the sun to descend, bringing forth its dark hypnotizing color.

He was stunned. The whole occurrence was of pure contradictory. He was sent to assassinate Claire Reid Marie-Winston and instead the tables had turned significantly. As he held his hands up, bearing his forearms, he chortled in disdain.