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Then, impulsively, he let go of her. Instead of kissing her like he wanted to do, he took out his pocket knife and drove it into the heart of the tree they’d once kissed under. Betty watched him, something like horror coming over her featu…
Jillian Spiridon
Arpad Nagy
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holy crap that scared me!
Shortlisted for 2024 Northwind Writing Award in NF/Fiction. New owner of First Line Fiction. Editor @ The Memoirist, AoE, Book Cafe, Short Place, Kitchen Tales.
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