coming home

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Gwen's POV.
I walk inside and toss David the keys, "Get the Little Shit." I say walking into our bedroom I throw myself on the bed and try to forget this whole night.
After about ten minutes I hear the door open, I look over to see David.
He lays down on the bed next to me, "Do you wanna talk?" He asks.
"No, I'm fine." I say.
"I know that's not true." He says.
I roll my eyes, "We can talk about it later. Let's just sleep."

David's POV
I wake up before anyone else to here knocking coming from our front door. I walk out to the living room and open the door.
My eye go wide, "I thought you were sentenced for life?"

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