I lived next door to Amanda. She was from a very poor family. She had a natural beauty that would stop a boy in their tracks. No one really noticed her, because she was poor, and looked poor. She was typically dirty and her hair was a mess. Her clothes were typically ragged and stained. Even then, I saw her beauty.
As she grew into a teen, then into an adult, she blossomed into a gorgeous, naturally beautiful woman. I would often send her anonymous letters with cash in them, telling her to get her some nice clothes etc.
By the time she was 18, she was drop-dead gorgeous. I didn't see it as a curse, but it was. She became a party girl and died in a car crash at 18.
Her beauty still haunts me.
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