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Cut for grodiness and blood and general squick-factor.
( His soft leather shoes crunch on the glass, the sound of his car door closing echoes off the woods surrounding them. Standing over her body, he does not feel nauseated, even as a mixture of blood and rainwater soaks into the hem of his khakis. He will have to pay for a new uniform. )
( His soft leather shoes crunch on the glass, the sound of his car door closing echoes off the woods surrounding them. Standing over her body, he does not feel nauseated, even as a mixture of blood and rainwater soaks into the hem of his khakis. He will have to pay for a new uniform. )
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As I said, I was a little surprised at what he ended up doing, why he was there. You come to expect one thing, and then the story goes a completely different way, and the first time, it leaves you a little breathless, and you have to go back and read those passages another couple times, just for it to sink in.
So, yeah. This, I love, Bentley.
As for my husband? He said, "Tell her that's fucked up. Wonderfully written, but fucked up." lol
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