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Change of plans
Dawn Dave draws back with nervous laughter. “Where did you even get that?” He asks as he scratches his beard. I sit upright on the bed after feeling a bit better. I ignore to his question, “I had it planned to stab you with in the back, the same way you had been stabbing me in the back the years we were married.” I fire, and he laughs yet again. He knows I am right, he can’t claim Tara was manipulating me with her words anymore because he knows I saw him with my own eyes. I am surprised he didn't claim my eyes to be the ones deceiving me. I twirl the scissors in my hand, and Dave’s eyes solemnly focus on it. It's a way to secretly warn him not to try anything foolish, and he shouldn’t dare underestimate me. “You wouldn't dare,” he says, looking at me with a courageous smirk. A
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