Such a Lucky, Pretty Girl
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When is beauty a curse, not a blessing?
They still talk about Chrissie Snow on West 86th Street. They still whisper about how she looked coming down, like a doll with her T-shirt billowing out and her hair trailing behind her. She didn't claw at the air or put out her hands in any desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable. She simply came down. Fast. And landed hard.
What drove her to that window and what pushed her out?
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