Harpoon Ache

"I hired you to harpoon him, not attempt decapitation! He needed to suffer."

She knelt beside her dying husband. "I warned you about cheating."

Convulsing, blood spewed from his neck.

She poured salt in his wounds and stood. "Use his girlfriend's panties to soak up the blood."

A last glance, "See you at your wake."

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