Again, it's late... so who cares... time to put it on blast.
Drive. Stop. Knock. Door opens.
Nose wrinkles, smells betrayal.
Step up, step up - the stairs we climb.
At the top. Things appear normal.
At the top. You notice the dust
and the spot of what was... a picture.
Switch rooms.
Room needs broom (and mop).
Necklace. Face wash. Third Towel.
Evidence.
No jury is hung.
No verdict to pass.
No deliberations.
Just truth -
as it reveals itself before your very eyes.
Turn quickly. Walk quickly. Gather your things.
Gather your memories.
Gather your heart.
Gather your self.
Leave. Get Out. Don't look back...
It's over... here.
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