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Chapter Nine
Eudora washed her hands and started peeling potatoes for dinner. Cooking was something she enjoyed, and she hummed softly while she worked. She flinched when she heard things being slammed around in Foster’s bedroom. She felt the anxiety rise in her gut, and her muscles tense. She never knew how he was going to be, but already the vibe felt bad. He entered through the front door, and halted suddenly, sniffing the air. "What?? What is that smell?" She sniffed too, "Um, onion?" "f*****g hell," he inched closer to her, "It's all over you. Who have you been with? You Goddamn w***e!" He moved fast. Sometimes he could move with supernatural speed, even when he was drunk. He slapped her, and pushed her against the refrigerator, holding her by the neck. "Who is he?" "What? There's n
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