the stain of crimson red on the floor dripped from the dark red pool
formed on her faded, white, flower-patterned dress, it was her favorite
dress. Like an invisible force pushed him he sprinted to her side. Clasping
her cold hand which were stained with dark red. His eyes wandered the room
frantically till they fell upon the glock 22, previously in the drawer. He looked at
her, the unwavering smile of satisfaction on her face sent chills down his spine
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