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loose inside the bag.
I remember thinking I should set everything down before it bruised.
Normal thought.
Normal house.
Normal wife.
Then I heard the water.
Not laughter.
Not conversation.
Not music.
Just the pool.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Steady.
Wrong.
I stepped into the kitchen.
The glass doors to the patio were glowing with late sunlight.
Every fingerprint shone on them.continue reading …
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