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06.06.34

'How do you confirm?'
Asked I.

She was turning,
And didn't cease.
Continued
To the chariot.
'It would take time,'
Said she,
Walking toward.

I followed.

'Your body
Has to be taken
To your house.'

'Do we have time?'

'Probably.'

'You sure you can?'

06.06.13

'I believe so.'

'What if
Your guess fail?'

'It's not much
A guess now.
Nearly a fact.'
She got on
To the chariot.

I too clambered,
And sat beside.

06.05.46

I didn't ask
Her guess;
The near-a-fact.

06.05.38

'You are tired,
Dear dude.
Come,
Have a lay
In my lap.'

And her charm
Forced me do it.

She caressed,
Soft and smooth,
My face's side,
As I lied
On my right.

'Where are we going?'
I asked,
As the chariot
Moved.

'A small ride.
Let they take home
Your body.'

I laid,
Enjoying
Her caress.

06.04.39

'We got to talk,'
Said she.

I nodded
In her lap.

'Mom.'

'Teacher.
Universal School.'

'That friend
At the hospital.'

'Fred.
Her colleague.'

'Your dad's accident.
What happened that day?'

'Universal School's Anniversary
Was ahead.
Cultural in-charge:
My mom and Fred.
They set off
After the school
To take for rent,
The costumes.
They got out
At the costume-shop
And the car hit
My dad
As a staff
Was taking it
To the parking lot.
The parking lot
Is a few length afar.
Common to
All the buildings
Of that area.'

'So,
It was hit
By that staff
Of the costume-shop.'

I nodded.

06.02.19

'And where's he, now?'

'Missing.
Police searches
For him.'

'Hmmm.
You missed something?'

I thought.

06.02.16.

I continued
Thinking.

06.02.12

Bulb glew.

'Yes.
Fred was not there
To get out at the shop.
He was informed
His wife's accident,
And he ran
To the hospital.'

'Ran?
Why didn't he take
His Swift car?'

'It was a Friday.
Weekend.
Traffic.
So, he ran.'

'Redumption Hospital
Was nearer?'

'Yes.'

'What happened
To that staff?'

'Missing.'

'And,
To Ann Riya Door?'

'She's dead.'

'There stands
Two more murders
Between you
Dad and son,
Darling.'

05.59.26

Two more what! Who? And , Ann Riya Door? Who's that?

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