You are not my husband. Wood hadn't struck me. “I confess it. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers.
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