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He came looking for me, but I didn’t know. He wanted a new girl to add to his snow globe collection. Someone who looked just a little different than the rest of his thin, ballerina-type girls. Oh, he had lots of globes filled with an array of beauties but none like me. A few blondes, a redhead, he even had one with hair as black a coal.
I was outside playing in the falling snow, minding my own business, and finding joy in the way the pure falling flakes melted on my tongue. I never would consider being snatched from my front yard on that brisk December day, but that’s exactly what happened.