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Submitted to Contest #303
Thomas told me the truth on Wednesday.I was seated on the futon in our dorm, watching the season finale of Friends. It was late in the evening and I had a long day. He walked in, sopping wet, and stained with blood. While a jarring sight, Thomas had an aura that seemed to attract violence, so it wasn't unexpected. The air was sucked out of the room when he walked in. This time he looked like hell, though. With a bottle of wine gripped in his hand, he sat across from me on the ottoman, watching the tv.“Long night?” I broke the silence, pausin...
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