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Apr 2015
She opened
and fell
to
her
knees.
In his hands
the boots
the gun
the tags.
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€
he said
and left.
Jessica Vogt
Written by
Jessica Vogt
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   Nancy E Tracy
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