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Sheila watched as the red truck pulled away from the light. She knew he had seen her, had planned it in fact. Tom had absolutely no Idea what was about to happen to his little life, no Idea the damage she intended to do. "Walk out on me will 'ya", ran through her mind , for the ten thousandth time. Sheila felt the cold steel against her thigh, it was a pleasant chill.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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