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Staring At A Gun ...

She looked at him then back at the gun. This wasn’t good.

“Hello Dear. So glad you could come home.”

“How did you get in here? How do you know where I stay?”

“I know more than you think.” He said and he walked over to her and yanked her from off the bed. She yelped in pain.

“Shut up.” He demanded.

She noticed he was still holding the gun and it was aimed at her.

“Why are you here?”

“Not to get you back that's for damn sure. Move!” He said as he held her by her right upper arm and escorted her out of the room.

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