He died and slumped against the wall as I stood watching from the hall behind you.
You try to say it's not your gun! Of course it's yours, you picked it up!
And anyway, I saw it fall and skim across the floor.
Before others come, please take back your gloves, and let me say (strictly between ourselves) a heartfelt “Thank you.”
You have cleared the path to my inheritance
@ Penny Smale
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