37″dropping the assassin that had been sent to kill you, his dead body liying in the middle of your bedroom. i see you walking our dog home from the park, throw the bedroom window. you and our dog enter the apartment and she runs to me, her tale waging as she know im here. you call to her back confused but her behaviour and our eyes meet. im stranding now in the hall way and you see blood on my face from the assassin i killed. "please sweet hart, i need to get you out of here".
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