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"Sam, take my hand." she pleaded, tears falling like raindrops to the floor, "Please! Sam, take my hand." she cried once more. Sam looked at her, his smile spread from one ear to the next, he reached out and slapped her hand away. Nothing she could do or say could change his mind, she was the devil.
To be Continued...
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