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Her ex-husband sat in Abby’s fog shrouded house drinking her whiskey, smoking and waiting for her in the dark. He had finally found her and now the wait was short and sweet as he fondled the hard metal gun in his pocket. “Till death do us part,” he laughed to himself, drunk with anticipation and alcohol.
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