Old Things
He wondered suddenly, with dread, if she would tell him her life story. How she was alone in the world, working for next to nothing for a man who had everything and existing in a small garret apartment in a rather rundown part of town.
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Decapitated
I left her there, okay? I did. We had an argument; it wasn’t the thing to do, but it was a long time ago. I left her there. I’m tired now. I can’t help the police incompetence. When I walked away, she was still shouting at me, so yeah, she was fine.