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Thursday, August 12, 2010
Probable
Angel sat at the kitchen table, the sun shining hotly on her shoulders and back. She looked at the door and waited. She couldn't believe he had really walked out on her for good. Glancing at the clock, Angel decided he would be back within the hour. The probability of John being gone forever couldn't be that high, could it?
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