<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf4040"><div style="text-align: center">"Well duh, of course this isn't some TV special. Idiot kid."<br/>
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Maria Santaro looked at Samuel with contempt gazing at him from her pretty amethyst eyes. She was adorned in a fine mixture of swanky and skanky in that she dressed to impress and allure. Her black hair was curled about her pale face to perfection, her shirt a dark red button up halter top that hid her belly button ring but plumped up her breasts just enough. Her jeans were molded well to her form and showed off her delectable curves, fashionable rips in them along the thighs and knees. Instead of heels, she wore black Air Walks, which was rare since she did enjoy wearing her heels. A studded belt encircled her slender waist to add more flare to her hips. She adjusted a silver hooped earring and bracelet before turned to address the group, her eyes cold and calculating. They didn't like her much and thought she was either a slut or a bitch, but that suited her just fine. It might help her get some answers. She wasn't an air head, after all.<br/>
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"Guess we have to figure out who saw her alive last and who could have had ample opportunity. But what really makes me wonder is what the motive might be. After all, she was a sweet heart."<br/>
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Though she had been close with the Miss, she didn't cry. She was much too angry and in shock to cry. After all, someone had murdered her good friend and they were going to pay.​</div></span>