No More Stars

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A small blue fox was crying into her pillow. Cyan banners hung all around, she had a cyan bed, her curtains were cyan, but a dark red book lay on her desk. It looked so out of place. But Skira felt as out of place as the book. Her typewriter lay open, a piece of paper with black ink letters that told of the tragedy.

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'''Vera, something terrible has happened. I can't say, but I will give you this riddle.'''

In the shape of a car and a dagger

Val bore the pain

Scarlet stained his chest

As he left the nest

Now he sits in a silver-gray grave

With many missing him

'''Now, Vera, do you understand? Val has died in an accident. I'm sorry, '''

Sincerely, Skira Richards

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Skira's eyes were round and sad as she looked at a portrait on her wall. A smiling, handsome young arctic wolf with green eyes looked at her. She fondly smiled and then winced in pain.

They had been so close, but so inexperienced.