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The smell of cinammon and incense filled the room. It reminded him of Cindy, and that wonderful and terrible night in San Francisco so long ago. The thought alone brought tears to his eyes.
He couldn't isolate where the smell was coming from, but it didn't matter. Images of her face, the sound of her voice, the smell of her body raced through his mind. A wistful smile crept across his face as he remembered the good times, the not so good times, and that last night with her.
Then the switch was thrown by a man behind a glass wall, and as the killing voltage coursed through him, his last thought was of Cindy.
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Author's note: No, I have no idea where this came from. It just came to me in the elevator ride up six flights.
He couldn't isolate where the smell was coming from, but it didn't matter. Images of her face, the sound of her voice, the smell of her body raced through his mind. A wistful smile crept across his face as he remembered the good times, the not so good times, and that last night with her.
Then the switch was thrown by a man behind a glass wall, and as the killing voltage coursed through him, his last thought was of Cindy.
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Author's note: No, I have no idea where this came from. It just came to me in the elevator ride up six flights.
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