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He was lording it over me; the fact that I was actually the one who broke the vase when we were kids. Mom never failed to bring it up. She used it as another reason to look at him with disappointment. Over the years he had to deal with a lot from her, but at the time of the incident we had no idea that she would hold onto it like that, so he took the fall for it.
Jillian peeked into the cabinet frantically. Where had it gone? She had no idea. The key to her safe was in there. The key to her freedom.
He was monitoring her IV very carefully. Dripping. Dripping. Dripping. He focused on it like he had never focused on anything before. Because if he focused on her, he wouldn't know what to do. His mind reeled imagining her gone. His best friend of 36 years. It couldn't happen.
Below my feet the ice crackled tentatively. I took my steps carefully. Elizabeth was bounding across the ice completely oblivious of the possible danger. She was laughing, looking back at me, waving me forward. I admired her bravery, knowing I would never be as carefree as her.
If you've ever tasted Margie's lemon pepper chicken, you know what bland tastes like. God bless her, she tries. The end result is always terrible, however. I never have the heart to tell her. I can see on her face she wants my approval. She does it for me. And I can't fault her for that.
I was walking through the living room, minding my own business. So I thought. He had been drinking again, more than usual this time. He clocked me across the jaw, and starting throwing punches. He gave me the most savage beating of my life. I knew it was time to get out.
I could hear something in the trunk, banging around. The more I listened, the heavier it sounded. And it wasn't really banging. It was rolling. Who were these people? Suddenly, hitch-hiking felt like a terrible idea.
His shirt was pressed to perfection. Sitting there on the bed waiting for him to put it on before heading off to work. I laid it out carefully, as to not destroy my work. I was moving on to his pants when he came into the room. "I can't be with you anymore. I want a divorce." I figured he could press his own pants then.
She had always felt so incredibly average. Nothing about her was better than anyone else, or worse. She was in the middle. Until the day she heard her brother's thoughts.
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