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The man lie in bed, staring at the ceiling.

  • The man lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. The nurse, a girl, in comparison, told him just to call out if he needed anything. He gave no reply, that she could hear, but
  • instead stared at the blank ceiling. How it reminded him of snow... and suddenly he was falling, falling, falling through a massive snowstorm without an end.
  • Rosaline caught him as he slowly drifted down. The blizzard obscured all their surroundings, but he could still see her face. She looked just as she had 14 years ago.
  • He gazed into her eyes felt warmth. He couldn't remember when he had last felt like this, only that it was a time when the world was so much simpler. He so wanted this to last, but
  • his trousers were on fire & he had to get into the ambulance. "Farewell my love!" he waved from the stretcher. "See you on the other side!" She threw her skirt over her head &'wept
  • , while everyone else laughed...because it was Tuesday & she had her Friday panties on. She didn't care. She was going to see her love on the "other side" right now! She drove to
  • Sandy Bottom Lake to meet her date, who grew up in Butte, Montana. At the water's edge, he waited to meet her, while wearing a daring mankini and knee sock combo. She was
  • a total knockout - he flushed with desire at her approach. She asked him to do a turn. Wow, his mankini was showing a LOT of cheek but somehow it worked. "Tell me about Butte" she
  • purred, slowly pacing towards him, exaggerating a rocking movement of her hips. Maybe-- just maybe-- she would be able to get the information she needed from this love-struck fool.
  • She wrapped her chiffon scarf across his face & bent over to whisper in his ear. That's when she noticed the dagger sticking out of the base of his throat. He gurgled once & died.

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