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As soon as the realization that the coat was hers hit, she was fumbling toward it with abandon. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh, thank you, thank you, God!” She sounded almost blissful as she slid her pretty pink, puffy coat on. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She immediately felt warmer and for just a brief moment, a little bit of happiness. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The happiness was fleeting though when she recalled again that she had somehow murdered her boyfriend Tim. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But Tim was so awful! He had it coming!” She tried convincing herself as she knelt to examine the shovel. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh my God, was I…using this? To dig…a grave?” Fear flushed throughout her body, sending more shivers in spite of the fact that she had warmed up somewhat. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She quickly looked around for more clues. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then, in the distance just straight ahead, she saw it. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a significant and ominous mound of fresh-looking dirt. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leslie gathered herself together and stood slowly, using the shovel to help her stand. She was feeling quite wobbly. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walking carefully through the bushes and toward the mound, another memory flashed. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Paramedics. A stretcher. The ambulance. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A hospital.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That’s right! I was in the hospital after the accident!” She full-on spoke to herself as if trying to manufacture some kind of reassurance. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She paused at the near end of the big mound as more memories bloomed. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That had been a few months back as well. What was it? Maybe two months or so? Yes, it was just a few days after that fight with Tim. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or, rather, after Tim had gotten violent with her. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had been fine after the accident for the most part. Mild concussion. A few bumps and bruises. Nothing life-threatening. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But what else? Who else? Wasn’t Tim, unconscious in the backseat? She couldn’t recall hearing about anyone else, alive or…not. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But more than that, why was she here? How did she get here? And was Tim buried here? &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There was only one way to find out. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

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Dead Memories

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