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I kneel down next to her, and brush my finger tip across her cheek. shes cold and stiff. By her features she couldnt have been a day over 19. I take a patch of her hair in my hands, its dirty and matted, no pleasant sensation to be recognized. Shes sprawled across my back yard floor, stripped down to her panties. her skin is pattered with blade marks from her fore head to her toes. I couldnt imagine what pain she must have endured, and i felt like a monster for doing it to her, carving her up like a piece of meat. I felt as if i should cover her, her tattered breasts under the spring air seem like such atrocity. I smile, what the ******** do i care, my sister shouldnt leave her barbie doll in the back yard. especially the day i mow the lawn.