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Crystal with the Gemstone eyes.
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2020-10-31 01:30:02"Crystal, where have you been? I've been looking for you."
Dona was relieved, she hugged her cherry-headed friend. Pulling her back, holding onto her shoulders.
"Speak!" she exclaimed.
Crystal smiled a doll-like smile that turned into a smirk. "Nothing."She rolled her eyes and pushed her hands down. "I've just been busy that's all."
Dona noticed the red dotting her cheeks. "Oh, my word—"
She held her cheeks and in an outcry squeaked. "You've met someone!"
Crystal stepped back and moved about her studio with her hands in her pockets. "What if I did." She smiled a schoolgirl smile.
Dona was relieved. "At least it's nothing bad." She crossed her arms." So tell me about him."
Crystal stepped towards her dining area, cushioned with emoji pillows. "Not yet." She took a magazine from the shelf beside the couch. "How's your investigation going?"
Dona paused, a question mark forming her eyebrow. "How did you know about that?" Dona was beside the couch as Crystal sat down and threw the magazine open onto the table. It could have just been a coincidence.
"I read love." She laughed lightly. "It's all over the news."
Dona nodded and sat down next to her. "What do you think about it?"
Crystal shrugged. "He sounds, like a psychopath."
Dona sighed and sunk down into the couch. Crystal took that as her cue."Need a drink?"
"Please."
As Crystal swayed her way to the kitchen Dona noticed her walk was different. She figured that she was probably giddy from getting back into the dating scene. She looked back at the coffee table and the magazine on it. She skimmed through the pages. She hadn't watched the news lately or heard any outside comments on the case. She was shocked when the headline read The Anguished man paints the city in red. She shook her head at how deranged that sounded. It was both unnerving and interesting. Her thoughts mimicked the voice of Madame Alice.
"Wow is his new name that terrifying that you can't hear me?"
She hadn't noticed that Crystal was already beside her. "Barely."She scanned the page. "You know there's something odd about this case."
"How so?"
"I mean, which police investigations ever need the help of a medium?" She paused. She wondered whether she should have shared that information with Crystal but she thought, it was her best friend after all. Crystal with the eyes of gemstones.
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