Old Excuses, New Pain

Josh pleads innocence.

I stumbled in shortly after dawn, smelling of booze, smoke, and perfume, and delivered my fabricated alibi.

Jean Aurthur sits in judgment.

But Jean Arthur just sat there, motionless, with a subtle, deviant smile stretched across her face. I knew then physical pain would soon follow.

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