Please! Marry Me Again
"He got five hundred dollars for that one. All he had to do was drink a powdered shake three times a day. Said it tasted fine, a bit chalky. Lost ten pounds over eight weeks, was quite pleased with himself."
"And he never felt sick during the tests? No side effects?"
"None that I know of," she said, rubbing her eyes wearily. "He was fine, going to the gym, riding his bike to work, fit and healthy. Then one day, he complained of a headache, the worst he'd ever had. I drove him to the hospital… and a few hours later… he was gone."
Tears spilled down her cheeks, dragging black mascara in dark streaks. "He was such a good boy."
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