Oct. 21st, 2013

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Last night a friend of mine died. She was stabbed to death by her boyfriend which is horrific whichever way you look at it. Her flatmate was critically injured in the same assault.

She wasn't a great person or even particularly good. She was moody and snappy and could be an absolute bitch. I've never gone for this "she was a great person" thing that seems to arise the very second anybody dies - it's as if by dying all their faults are forgotten. Well, Nikki had many faults and that's what made her - Nikki. She once punched me so hard that I very nearly forgot how to breathe for what seemed like a long time and sat there, puce, while she carried on ranting at me. The next day she bought me an ice cream.

So very moody, very hot tempered and a bit of a bitch. We were very alike.

She could have been a combination of Attila the Hun and Genghis Khan - she shouldn't have died like that. It seems so - sordid. Such a small way to finish what was a big life.

Rest easy, my girl. You won't be forgotten.

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