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The next two hours were routine for Dahlia. Hector cried and
tried and tried and tried to commit suicide but with every circumstance he
though out, she found a way to thwart his logic. When he sobbed about his
monetary loss and impending trial, she took his hand and slipped it inside her
while telling him he was worth the struggle. She talked him into revealing his
true self then talked him back out of it so he could feel stable. So he could
feel his physical body was his true home.
When she left, Hector was asleep in his bed. Dahlia took her
payment off the kitchen island, made sure his apartment was free of plastic of
any kind, and dropped a bottle of Xanax and her business card on his dresser in
case of a relapse.
-----------------Only a week or so until all is printed.
Classy Biped
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