Death is so intimate, they both agreed.
She stood before her vanity, brushing her hair in her long white nightgown, the way she did everynight, with the lights off and the window open just a crack. She looked so pure at night, with no makeup on, when through darkness you couldn’t see that she had [...]
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Unequally Yoked: Murderer and Victim
Posted in i die on January 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
