Death at Dinner
Here they sat in remanded silence where she loved him a little more and he hated her a little less. Her lips weren’t wriggling like earthworms in the rain anymore. It was now that her mouth was open and her words no longer seemed to vaporize penetrating his every pore. Those vacuous spaces between words and teeth would not surpass his anticipations. At last the wonder and awe uprooting...
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