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| Collins Land |
The fire crackled, sputtering snapping sounds.
The evening began with a quiet conversation about something, she couldn't remember what.
Then, slowly but surely, everything started collapsing. He snapped, venomous words, venomous sentences and venomous hatred. He sputtered spite and a storm of grudges, loading and malevolence. His skin sizzled, tiny drops of sweat popping here and there on his forehead.
She sat in silence. The fire used to look so beautiful, so warm and welcoming. But, for some reason, it didn't today.
Silence, the whole evening. And the fire spoke and crackled and snapped.
The next morning, she was gone.
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