We were sitting in silence, fully absorbed in the compliments that had just been exchanged, lightly tracing each other’s waists, when she came down the stairs. “K just told me that he had a journal entry from the night….from the night Mr. Betty was killed.” Her eyes became more reflective and her lower lip quivered. “I’ll never forget that night. Never.” The following seven minutes were spent listening to her recount the barbaric tale of loosing her friend first, and […]

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