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From: | Yasmine Rue |
Subject: | [Tcd-hackers] Re: oiltanker smarmy |
Date: | Thu, 15 Dec 2005 18:12:06 -0500 |
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How tragic that his upper body would fall into the flowing spilled
kerosene, his neck scorched into black tissue, the neck that had been
garroted: Do it, insisted the echoing voices of her imagination. You
must obey. Without Carlos you would have been a headless corpse in Algeria.
She would do it-she would do it now.
The harsh downpour of the rain on the roof and the windows, and the
whistling, roaring wind outside were interrupted by a blinding streak of
lightning followed by a deafening crack of thunder.
Jean Pierre Fontaine wept silently as he knelt beside the bed, his
face inches from his womans, his tears falling on the cold flesh of her
arm. She was dead, and the note by her white rigid hand said it all:
Maintenant nous deux sommes libres, mon amour. |
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