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He walked into the room, closing the heavy metal door behind him. The rotting smell lingered in the air, the puddle on the floor. The red puddle on the floor. Her clothes scattered over the naked concrete floors, like old newspapers. Her lifeless body laying in the empty bathtub. Pale skin, dead eyes, parted lips. The bruises covering her body, from head to toe. Her broken fingers, all tangled up. She looked at peace. He stroked her cold cheek and left the room, the metal door closing behind him with a loud thud

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