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Jane

She told me I was beautiful like a Renaissance painting and that she would splatter her brains out like the dripping paint of a Jackson Pollock for me. She stopped saying that after her Uncle actually did. 

She was Jane. I always wondered why such an intricate girl like her had such a simple name. Then again, it was fitting. She was a mystery. Nobody really knew she was; Not even me. 

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