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Oct 2016
It wasn't until her back was turned,Β Β she realized her grave mistake. His knife slipped in silently between her ribs. With little effort it pierced her heart. The shock and shame. The ridicule, it was all the same.

She died knowing where to lay the blame.
Nickols
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Nickols
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