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He sat at the dinner table looking up to the ceiling. The sound of gunfire echoed down the stairs and reverberated through his massive house. A heavy body hit the floor in the room above. Dust rained from the ceiling and the chandelier swayed back and forth; the flames helplessly holding onto the wick as the chain rotated around the room. The calm, evenly-paced sound of high-heels approach him from behind. A woman helps herself to the seat on his right and sits motionlessly at the table.   Silence falls over the dining hall as the slow sway of the chandelier eases to a halt, all of the candles still lit-- except for one. The woman brings a wine glass to her lips and tilts her head back, washing down what's left. He looks on silently as he finishes his meal.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
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He sat at the dinner table looking up to the ceiling. The sound of gunfire echoed down the stairs and reverberated through his massive house. A heavy body hit the floor in the room above. Dust rained from the ceiling and the chandelier swayed back and forth; the flames helplessly holding onto the wick as the chain rotated around the room. The calm, evenly-paced sound of high-heels approach him from behind. A woman helps herself to the seat on his right and sits motionlessly at the table.   Silence falls over the dining hall as the slow sway of the chandelier eases to a halt, all of the candles still lit-- except for one. The woman brings a wine glass to her lips and tilts her head back, washing down what's left. He looks on silently as he finishes his meal.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
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