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Kayla drank her sorrows away with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

She sat in the car and let the gasoline run.

With her eyes fluttering closed, she saw someone harshly knocking on the window in all of the mist the burning cigarette brought to the scene.

The person knocking was John.

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