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Muse

He sat there while she looked over his office. She put her arms around him and held him warmly. “What a cozy little place,” she said, kissing him on the neck. “That’s not what I said,” she said, looking over … Continue reading

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So I Shot Him

It was only afterward that I realized what I’d done. All the goading, the lies, the plots and schemes, led to this moment. Had he wanted this? Him, gasping out his last, pink breath through ruined lungs; me, standing over … Continue reading

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