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Deep Waters
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Ongoing, First published May 13, 2022
Mature
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"What are you doing?" He asked.
"What does it look like?" She retorted.
"It looks like your going somewhere, hopefully, on a trip or something. It better be the case."
Inge gave a bitter laugh. "Are you that delusional? I'm leaving, I'm  leaving this place for good."

Inge realized she'd struck a nerve. He looked like a great white shark circling his prey but, she was no seal. 

She was not afraid of him no, she had only hate for the man who brought this storm into her life.

"Think twice before leaving because, once you leave this house you can never come back. This is my promise and I always keep my promises."
"Don't worry I won't set foot in here,  even if you paid me. Enjoy your life. I'll definitely enjoy mine without you."

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