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This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any coincidental resemblance to actual places or persons is just that, coincidence. Copyright 2023, Coyote Howard.
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Anita Servino was 29 years old. She stood 5' 7" tall and weighed 152 pounds, thanks to her daughter. Also thanks to her her 34D breasts were a little worn out, but her Husband Danny still loved them. She wore a simple, loose black skirt with a cream blouse with short ruffled sleeves. She had professional, simple make-up and her black hair was in a messy bun.
He would've looked like a drunkard, stumbling around the city late at night. He couldn't hold a straight line, and his words were a jumbled mess.
But Anita could tell he was in a much worse way.
She could tell because he was wearing a three-piece suit, dirty but quality shoes, and his hair was cut recently in a tidy crew cut.
She pulled her car up in front of his stumbling route up the sidewalk and parked, pulling out her phone.
[Am going to be about 5 minutes late baby.]
[Guy needs help?] Danny asked.
He was almost to her.
[Yeah, he's almost feral. Won't take long.]
[Sounds good. We're watching Moana anyway. Love you.]
[Love you too.]