A youthful season was stolen without any reason.

Beautiful baby, tiny toddler and magnificent mother.

Three satin pillows were used to slowly smother...

Carefully and quietly carried out by her brutish brother.

A middle-aged season was stolen by an act of treason.

Five friends had reached the fullness of leisurely life.

They sailed straightforwardly into sordid seas and torrid strife.

Massacred by a malicious yet mesmerizing young wife.

An ancient season was stolen without any rightful reason.

Six sardonic spirited seniors suddenly took to the high seas.

Loaded down with vintage wine, bread, meat and cheese.

Mother Nature primly performed a lewd and lethal striptease.

An extraordinarily vintage season was drowned by treason.

Supercentenarians endured endless days of ennui and confusion.

Suffering in seclusion; needing much more than a total transfusion.

Succumbing to life's sullen end by overdosing on one grand delusion.

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