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Her love- young, innocent, perhaps naive. His love-obsessive, tragic, fatal ultimately. Sixteen years of a father's only daughter ended in an endless echo of gunshots ricocheting in a childless mother's nightmares.
Enraged by an imaginary sin he saw in her young life. For this she was hunted, abducted, mutilated, and gunned down. All seemed so justified to him- if she didn't want him then she couldn't stay around. Red was all he saw as his quest was pursued. Her mom was in the way, so he shot her too.
She was his life, his obsession, his victim. He left her no choice but to give her life for him. A husband's only choice was to say to his wife just out of her coma "our precious joy has been taken away." Hundreds showed to pay solemn respect- casualty of love- demented and tragic. |
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