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His footsteps crunched on the gravel that covered the path walkway leading to the front door. It was a quiet night and he'd just arrived home after seeing his friend for his birthday that day. They'd been best friends for as long as he could remember and it just occured to him then just how fast time had gone by and how fast it was speeding by. He'd accomplished many things in the past twenty-seven years he'd been walking and breathing, some of them he wasn't too proud of and others -- they were his pride and joy. He sighed silently to himself; there was plenty of time for him to sit and rock through his mind about his past achievements. Right now, all he wanted and needed was to lay down and relax; preferrably with a curvaceous woman with short brown hair and sparkling green eyes. His house keys jingled in the palm of his hand as he approached the front door and he paused, hanging his worn-down gray sweater which had seen better days, over his shoulders as he unlocked the front door.

The first thing he noticed upon entering was how quiet it was inside. It was unusual for the house was usually alive with sounds; especially if it was his wife running around. As his dark brown eyes adjusted to the darkness of the living room around him, a frown curved his mouth as he gazed this way and that. "Mandy?" He called out tentatively, flipping on the lightswitch that cast the living room in a soft glow. He tilted his head, listening for any sound of her but was only met with silence. Now he was nervous; as he always was when he couldn't find her. "Mandy!" He called out, stepping further into the living room. His hand ...

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