67 words: The Good Woman

 

You might make for a good woman if you don’t leave your scraps on the floor, he said.

You might make for a good woman if you bury your skeletons.

You might make for a good woman if you follow my trail of crumbs.

You might make for a good woman, he gulped for air between sobs, if you just listened to the fear in my words.

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