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Prologue:


Prologue: 
“ Sadie why are you acting up?  why are you trembling, 


please let me   help you”!  
  The room got pitched dark and Sadie felt the room begin to spin rapidly.  
“ Stay away from me Dante, “ “ or I swear I will kill you”.   “ You have 
hurt me for the very last time”! 
As she said this Dante tried to walk quietly towards her.   
“ Please baby- Why don’t you let me call the doctor so he can help 
 you”?
After a brief silence- Sadie grabs a gun.   
“ Sadie  please put the gun down” he pleaded urgently.   “Please 
baby don’t do this”!    “ Give me the gun, okay, I promise you darlin, 
we can get through this,” he said in a stern tone. 
“ No Dante, don’t try to make me forget all you have done to me”.   
   As Sadie cried out, her thoughts began to run away with her.     As she looked down, 
at the 9 mm gun she had in her hand, her nose began to bleed.   Then suddenly 
her vision got very blurry.   She could hear her daughter’s  cry and all of a sudden the 
room began  to move  in different directions.   She could barely hear Dante’s voice.   
His brown eyes were fading.    All of a sudden she started  to tumble and then the gun 
goes off...    

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