My Everything, Taken From Me.
Ending One Tragic Ending “Mary?” The name sounded familiar but I could not recall why I knew it. Maybe it was just the description of the girl that was not fitting with what I heard. The pieces were not fitting. “Can I come in and speak to you?” Mary asked, but she took a step forward as if I had already agreed to the request. I held the door firmly. I was not letting her in my house. “My husband and I just got in from a long morning and we are not receiving guests at this time. Maybe another time.” I went to close the door but Mary began to speak and I wanted to hear what she was saying. “Do you know the man you married?” Her tone became so vindictive. “The things he does that you don’t know about.” “My husband tells me everything.” I opened the door to look at this small, red hea
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