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I thanked the waitress, stirred in another pack of sugar. Johnny was gagged, tied, and blindfolded in a warehouse. I still loved him. Maybe the scare was enough; our love, still salvageable. I turned on the burner, called off the hit, and ordered pie a la mode with another coffee.
(c) Nicole Wilson
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It pinched painfully as I twisted the ring past my knuckle. When it was finally off, it left behind an angry reddish, purple hue. The band clanked on the counter; a plea for me to change my mind but when the pawnbroker asked if I was sure, I nodded yes.
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