She frequently tried to deny that it had been part of her personal history.

Seedy and sunny; a miraculous mixture of mayhem and mystery.

She was born in a humongous hospital in a barren part of an oversized town.

The mere mention of Los Angeles, California would quickly drag her down.

Los Angeles, the place of her forgotten birth, held no special meaning.

No magical patron or princess would step in and perform any fancy intervening.

The City of Angels was just another futile victim of a fast-paced rat race.

She'd stripped herself bare and removed the invisible tattoo from her face.

The gigantic one smeared with cheap ink and incredibly shoddy lettering.

Her entire mission in life had been devoted to an endless pursuit of self-bettering.

Los Angeles held no charm for her; the blighted city could never again harm her.

Southern California had swallowed her dreams; L.A. was just a city of horrible extremes.

She traveled across the states; waiting for her turn with the ruthless, merciless fates.

Soon she lay dying on a cold Midwestern day as the suntanned ghosts came out to play.

Her own personal history had suddenly been strangled by an unfathomable mystery.

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