Definitely Deadly
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Last published Sat, Aug 8, 2020
"Look at me and tell me you don't care!" He suddenly blurted out, the woman stiffened, her back facing him "tell me that you don't care about this.-" he paused and swallows a lump forming in his throat.
He then grabs her wrist and turns her around his eyes desperately scanning hers "t-tell me you don't care about us." He knew her answer already but maybe just maybe she would say that she did care. A silver lining perhaps, but that hope was completely shattered as the words he dreaded the most came out of her lips like poison.
"I don't care." She yanked her wrist out of his grasp and walked away without turning back.
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