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Vulnerable

Police investigate the scene.  
Dr. Partridge stands, in the corner,  
disguising his face with his arm  
due to the putrid smell.  
 
There's not much to investigate,  
not really. A man shot his wife,  
a splatter painting of the skull  
upon the wall, doesn't tell you more  
 
than we know. Faith doodles  
the violent art piece and touches her cross, occasionally,  
after the criminal is detained, in a body bag.  
There's a watery gathering on the well-kept lawn outside  
 
as Mrs. Petty makes a pot of tea for the three children  
and Gordon calls their foreign home, muttering
with prejudice 'Things like this never happen  
around here.' Her brain is washed from the walls by a University volunteer.
Written by TheAssistant
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