​She bent her head down, focused on her keys, focused on getting inside, she never saw it coming.

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Me.

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And that was how it started. One man, one woman, one decision, his decision, his time to decide. One knife, one car with a good-sized trunk, and one cold night.

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She didn't even make much of a fight.

the cold wind made me consider it, opportunity made me move, and just the chance to get my way, made me take it . . .
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