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She only had one pot holder, she was using a dish rag too, to hold the dish. She paid no mind, though he was sure that they had both heard the screaming. Vincent looked down at his body. He had blood splattered up his stomach, his unbuttoned jeans revealed more of the red. Her mess was up mid-arm his knife welding hand. And he had gotten sweaty, fucking her that hard. He lit his smoke and sat down. i need a shower.