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stalking ‘happily ever after’ :: pam :: 0
    TAGS: endings, marriage, stalking, trembling

That evening, sensing her husband actually had no intention of hitting the gym like he’d said, she got in her car and began a circuitous loop through town, past every local bar she knew; and when, at the sixth bar (around back), she saw his distinctive Ford pickup, she sat there for an indeterminate length of time, abstractedly watching her fingers trembling on the steering wheel, wondering how her life had come to this pass.
April 11, 2006 at 10:13 PM



     


 

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