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Dec 2015
She looked at him,
and with one swift word, denounced him of purpose.
" Im hurt" she whispered, as he backed away
He dropped to his knees and started to pray.
Begging her please to forgive what he'd done.
She rubbed her finger over a bump now attached.
A marking a man can never take back.
Tools hit their wives.
Antonio
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