Once a upon a recent and otherwise forgettable time, two people met and fell in love. One more passionately than the other. After some months together, the woman, enthralled with her beau, suspected that he might be unfaithful. He "hung out with the guys" and "liked his alone time." Prime hours for developing and sustaining a mistress. In an attempt to try to revitalize their relationship, she went out and bought a beautiful golden locket. It fell suggestively across her chest and glittered with the beckoning call of "notice me, it's okay to stare." This was much appreciated by the boyfriend she'd sought to reclaim. In the first night after the locket, he wished he smoked for how much his performance deserved a classy cigarette break afterward. Maybe it was the little piece of jewelry in her mind, but he was far more glad that she'd stepped it up a notch after a lull. The next morning, she rolled over and immediately returned the necklace to its cozy resting spot. Intrigued by the object, he inquired as to what was inside. "Nothing yet," she responded, "but it'll be something nice, so like I can always have you near me." It warmed him to hear, and the rest of his day was spent smiling. When he got home, his lady had dinner all prepared and ready to go. Already smiling, he couldn't help but break into a bigger grin. Reaching over to gratefully, playfully hug his woman, a searing pain roared through his stomach. Unable to breathe, he looked down to the knife sliding out of him. It struck him with disbelief, then struck him again on the hand before he had time to gather a second thought. It was his lover, his cuppy cake, gumdrop bringing this horror against him. Not even a questioning gurgle could escape his lips, though evident in his eyes. Tearfully holding the knife, she sobbed, "I was going to put you in my locket so we could be together. Forever."
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