She would take the items with her; bury the items and her bloodstained clothes in one of the many sinkholes in the huge landfill/garbage dump on the south side of town. He claimed me for his wife, and showed to every one a marriage certificate. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. It had been cut down before life was extinct, but a ball from one of the soldiers had pierced his heart. It plucked shingles from the school building, threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting teeth.
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