At times when most people consider some things about others to be precious, for Sherina it was always
these times that she cleverly exposed the callousness of people's hearts, pointing to the manner
in which they might ago about bringing to light the envy they harbored against the innocent. Sherina would catch
the devious actors in thier stride--those who debased themselves by bringing attacks against her for some unthought of
reason and take them, dragging, to thier judgers.
In the alter corners of her thoughts, there were no experiences to remind her of impending danger, yet certain events
she approached without caution.
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Like the time she took a stroll along the beach with an elder friend who, only two years later, would be fallen
by a disease that ravaged his body, eating away at his esophogus like battery acid leaked upon a carpet. Admonished
by her father, Sherina had heard him speak against the clever and stragtegic ways of males, but somehow, she had not listened.
It was the dynamics of these events in her childhood which , in her elder years, would return as a reminder
of her fate.
Sherina had been a member of a sapient order; a theology under which a foundation, staunch in it's teachings,
was layed upon the cross and Christian hegemony. Clearly spoken, it was by this foundation that the
unfolding of consequences were brandished--that, which, by association, Sherie would eventually face, however
meted forth.
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