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Pink Elephants

Why did they have to pick that picture? Of all the photos in our apartment, they pick the one of Sarah and I holding the giant pink elephant I won for her at the county fair. What was that ? Like five years ago?

I can’t believe she’s gone. I can’t believe I am listening to the local talking head on the news saying I am “wanted in connection with the slaying of Sarah Meyer”. How can anyone think I did that to her?!? I work at a friggin’ grocery store for God’s sake…how would I even know how to do that to a body? …and my God, why?

We were going along fine before we met him, he was interesting, even exciting, and spent money like he was printing his own.

Now she’s dead, I’m wanted, and he is still out there, looking for the next set of victims.

What the hell do I do now?

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