Numb fingers lay dangling in free air, arms strewn over the cast iron chairs long over swept arms. Calm and soft breaths lowered and rose on the mans chest. Eyes, no longer with those deep bruising circles around them, were closed. Adam lay face down in a tome, one of Anna's own. His heart beat slow, minimal for life. His shoulder leaked the
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"Finally..."
Anna walked to the man, tapping him on the shoulder. Nothing. She gave him a tiny push on the arm, only to watch his body shift in weight. The woman's brows furrowed, giving the man a great shove. She watched in some surprise to see Adam's body simply topple out of the chair and flop to the floor.
"Well.... Crap...."
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