she stood up.
She wanted to move toward me.
She thought she'd take my life
but she was wrong.
She had been shot through the heart.
He stopped and stared at me.
He was the one who let her
in the door, the one who made
the fatal mistake.
"I carried her," he said.
"Brought her in." He was
crushed. It had been a mistake.
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