Disclaimer: SM? Nope
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Leah raised the glass and took a sip. Red wine. The liquor sloshed around her mouth, and Leah swallowed. Sam used to tell her wine was bad for her. Hah! If only he knew that he, himself, was so much more dangerous for her............ poisonous in fact.
Leah held the cool glass in her hand, her grip loosening. The glass slipped out of her hand, and hit the floor. Shattering. Glass shards decorated the wood floor, the red poison swirling. Spreading around the room, circling. Dizziness, around and around. Red, scarlet wine. Beautiful death.
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