Chapter 19
No, no, no, no, no, no. Not my precious Hillary. I lay her on my bed and gently tap her swollen face. She doesn't wake up. Knowing what I must do, I head down to the kitchen.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Not my precious Hillary. I lay her on my bed and gently tap her swollen face. She doesn't wake up. Knowing what I must do, I head down to the kitchen.
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