Story (an acrostic poem)

Sensing the drama level falling, Christine kicked it into high gear

To think she might go home tonight without having fun was ludicrous

Ordering another round for the table she raised her glass and offered a toast

Relishing the spotlight she threw it back and enjoyed the burn down her throat

Yet later, when the body count was done, hers was the one missing

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