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As I looked down on her, my frustration and sadness began to be replaced by another emotion. I noticed my cock stiffening inside my shorts as I took a long slow look carefully at the lifeless form of this young girl that was breathing and laughing and living just minutes before. She was quite beautiful. Her mouth gaped slightly open in a silent scream of agony, gasping for air that would never come and she seemed to have an expression of mild surprise, with her pale blue eyes staring tightly in pain, unfocused, off into the distance somewhere and her face still wet with tears, and it was clear she had suffered greatly in her final moments. She was dead. He now looked her over more. I ran my hand through her flowing golden hair, which felt like silk, and down her waxen face. There was clotting blood on the left side of her head where she had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her left nostril and the left Big Tits corner of her mouth. 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