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from me? I cannot erase the past.” I stared deeply into her eyes and stated with deliberate effort: “Keep reading.”
With that, I left her food and slipped quietly out the front door to drive to the condo. I spent the four hours comparing the details of my schematic to how it was unfolding in reality. So far, I was pretty much on target, though I hadn’t intended on cutting off any appendages at this point, there was always room for a contingency plan.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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