“Dear me!” he said. His bravado waxed and he asked her to what would be her first date in nearly twenty years. ” “A—marriage certificate!” Annabel gasped. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. “Hey you,” he said affectionately.
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