That day I was standing near the lake, and looking at my own reflection.

Oh, how I loved life. I had the best boyfriend ever, the best of friends.

I even thought I looked pretty good as a reflection. I laughed at that one.

And you know, I was so into these thoughts I hardly saw the man holding the knife that killed me sneak up behind me.

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