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Morla squatted by the fireplace as orange and yellow flames came a blaze when she tossed the blood stained shirt and jeans into the fire. Tom was dead thank God, no more snoring, at last she will have a peacfull nights sleep.
That was 42 words. But you get the idea I hope.
That was 42 words. But you get the idea I hope.