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Three days later, they found the body. She was in the creek. Her skin white and cold. The cut on her head was covered with dried blood. Her parents waited by the police car for the body to be brought up to the ambulance. As the body bag went by, Jackie fell in tears knowing it was her daughter.
It was a crisp Thursday afternoon. Kevin Miller was sitting at his office as always, Jackie Miller was on her way home from an all night shift in the emergency room. Maggie Miller their daughter was walking through the Booneville Park as she normally does when her parents fought. It was becoming an every morning thing, so Maggie spent a lot of time walking through the park. It was peaceful. As the golden orange and red crispy leaves crunched under her feet, pigeons flew from around her. An old man sitting at a park bench with a hand full of bird feed gave her a scowling look. “Hey, what gives?” Says the old man sarcastically. “Oh I’m sorry, Mr. Barrett. I didn’t mean to make them fly away.” Said Maggie with sadness in her voice. “Ah you know I’m kidding don’t ya kiddo. Ya seem down today, everything okay?” Said Mr. Barrett. “Yeah, it’s just my parents again. My dad didn’t come home until midnight last night, and my mom accused him of cheating again. They got in a huge fight and he left.” Maggie said holding back tears. “I’m sorry kiddo. You know it’s just sometimes relationships in this world work out, and sometimes they don’t.” Mr.

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