She grabs her gun, hops on her horse [en]

She grabs her gun, hops on her horse, and makes for the village where her lover is living. She charges into the house, killing everybody in the way. Reaches the room where he is sleeping, picks up the cat curled up on the bed, and blows his brains out.

Love.

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She pulled the curtains and slipped between [en]

She pulled the curtains and slipped between the sheets. The neighbours’ bed upstairs was creaking rhythmically.

“Not again!” she thought.

Sally remembered that time in the restaurant with Harry. She still had it in her.

Tomorrow morning, they would be the ones looking at her enviously in the entrance hallway.

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The little old lady had spent her evening [en]

The little old lady had spent her evening looking through faded photographs. Her children, their children — and theirs.

She remembered one photograph that appeared to be missing.

She made for the loft and reached for the big staggering box of her husband’s memorabilia.

It knocked her down dead.

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Like the others, I was greedily eying [en]

Like the others, I was greedily eying the last chocolate in the silver tray. We tried to keep the conversation going and our saliva under control.

Susie opened her mouth.

John’s hand moved.

Awkward silence.

Rex jumped up and whisked away the chocolate with an expert flick of the tongue.

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