I woke up sore all over, a tattered dress was all that He left me and the house was vacant. Pristine white walls glared in articial lighting, and the cold from the December night seeped through the walls, into my bones. I was numb. Like all that had happpened, and all that will happen mired in a fog of a dream. There was a tapping at the door, I raised the board to peer outside, half expecting the police.

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