When I found Maisha it was too late. She was already dead, her eyes staring to the sky, her skin cold as the sea water on a winter morning. Should I've run faster, I could have found her still alive. If I ever find who killed her I'll take my time to comfort him under the moonlight.
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When I found Maisha it was too late. She was already dead, her eyes staring to the sky, her skin cold as the sea water on a winter morning. Should I've run faster, I could have found her still alive. If I ever find who killed her I'll take my time to comfort him under the moonlight.
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