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Their nickname for her was "Black Cat." After freshmen year, word got around that dating her was the equivalent of dating bad luck. She was a gorgeous. A girl with lots of cash, time and an honest heart that controlled the muscles on her face, but in the end, she was a psycho, the kind of girl that you heard screaming at 3AM on a Monday morning. Two guys failed their exams, consecutively, after breaking up with her. One senior was erased from the Delta Tau Delta files after being seen holding her hand. She was something of an urban legend, a believable myth that had people reading, but never living. When she smiled, guys crippled at her loveliness, never stopping to think about the consequences, except maybe a shot for one night. Like all superstitions, breaking things brought bad luck, and breaking her heart brought seven years of it.
