Adam stood on the balcony, a small vial of clear liquid in his hand, hazels staring intently on it. HE didn't like the idea of killing another man. But he didn't think he had much of a choice. He had hurt Emma. And he was probably going to kill whatever child they would make together. It was more for that child than for Emma that he was doing this
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And that was all that mattered. She was Adam's.
Wandering through the house, the kitten cradled in her arms.
"Baby? I got a present tonight.'
And from her arms, the kitten called. "Yeah! Present! MEEEEE!"
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