I made her. Her one-year old new knak for good music, her 6 months new craving for gin tonica and new tendency to wear skirts, dresses, cute prints and jelly shoes. Her talking irony, going out nice and going "underground".
When I met her she was kinda pittyful: ex-teen model gorgeously thin but still a campesina, a bit fool and dancing awful music, dressed like a school girl with no taste for fashion. Yet she seemed sweet, with a twisted but fine personality and a (essential) essentialy good heart. I saw her potential and did my best to bring it out of her - I always liked people to be the best they can be.
She developed well until she turned into a monster, and did the perfect bit-the-hand-who-fed-you scene on me. Well, calling it a scene is not making up to it. She made it as elaborated as a three act opera. Took away everything she could from my character, took some of my friends and much of my belief in mankind. Damn her.
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