
The EndHis wife sat across from him in the corner of the kitchen, at least what was left of her. A curtain of dust and haze encapsulated her emaciated figure.CHECK HIM OUUUT
She had once been the subject of much adoration and lust. Her face was a portrait of the ideal American housewife: a smooth palette of olive skin; a thick pair of peach slices for lips, usually covered by a rose red lipstick; a quaint nose beneath two dazzling cerulean eyes that could find kindness in any soul. Atop all of these features was a thick head of long, wavy hair of a rusty blonde. From the neck down her body was a series of wonderfully nuanced curves and slender limbs. She had truly
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