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PUNCTURE WOUNDS
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Tears flowed freely from his eyes. This was a first, as she had never seen him cry. As blood gushed freely from the puncture wounds, she reached for him. In shock, he was unable to breathe, everything seemed to be closing in on him. What had just happened? Unable to comprehend the magnitude of the situation, his limbs were frozen. As he retraced what had led up to this moment, he was unable to remember exactly what they were fighting about.
Beautiful and strong, she had always brought out the best and the worst in him. As her breathing slowed, she softly whispered “I love you” and took her last breath.
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