till death do us partShe shuffled out of the front door, making sure that it didn’t close behind her. She needed the fresh air; she deserved it. Just standing, feeling the autumn breeze flow through her, taking a long breath in. It was all she needed to feel alive.till death do us part
A quick metronome tap of shoes on marble floor warned her to get back inside. She didn’t want another episode, not again. Half walking, half running, she slipped back into the basement, to tend to her husband, isolated from society; they only had each other. His heart still beat – just – because her love was eternal.
“’Till Death do us part.”
But what kind
Me
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I am a cheerokee , yes I am but Canadian
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I am a cheerokee , yes I am but Canadian
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I am a cheerokee , yes I am but Canadian
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I am a cheerokee , yes I am but Canadian
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