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The song:
My 100 words:
It wasn’t the smell of his breath that alerted her muscles to tighten in defense of what was to come.
She knew by the way his eyes darted around his greasy plate of eggs almost 12 hours ago.
Being hyper alert ever since breakfast was taxing to her body and mind.
Images of police stations, paradise, and promises flew through her when he delivered the blow.
Her collapse to the couch was like a fall into the hands of God.
He said, “It won’t happen again, I promise.”
He said, “It won’t happen again, I promise.”
She fell asleep to the smell of eggs frying in the kitchen.
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