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Last published Fri, Jul 20, 2012
The woman sits at the window, finishing the remains of a burnt out cigarette. Her sad, swelled up, blue eyes scanning the barren, ugly, broken city, she winces as a hair falls into the open gash on her face.
Behind her Romeo is passed out on the sofa, bruises on his face and scratch marks on his chest
"He deserved it" the voices in Juliet's head say, she cannot identify which one it is, but she knows its one of the evil ones.
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