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The red dress she wore blazed brightly under the blue summer sky. It was supposed to be cloudy, but that day was hotter than yesterday. Cursing the heat under her breath, she took a piece of tissue from her leather handbag and wiped away a trail of sweat from her temple. The crowd was overwhelming today. She sighted a tall man. She noted his good looks - high cheekbones, chiselled features, and a neat mop of dark hair - and regretted, if only slightly, that she would have to kill him very soon. Suddenly reminded of her true intention, she straightened her back and tossed the tissue into a garbage bin standing several feet away from her with