Desiree

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“Stacy,” he says, wide-eyed as though shocked to find me down here. I recognize him immediately. He puts his hands up and takes a small step toward me. His mouth parts as he’s about to speak, but nothing comes out because I don’t give him the chance to talk. I pull the trigger and scream out in unison with the two deafening bangs.
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