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EXCERPT
Within six months she was singing songs at midnight about dead bunnies and other innocent animals, and then singing them to me. Then one day I walked into her room and she had a very small paint brush, and was slowly painting her walls black. Somehow she knew I was there and without turning around, or stopping her painting, she said very clearly in a voice that gave me a dark feeling inside: "Rosie loves darkness."
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