That afternoon they drove to the mall. He picked out a set of fluffy towels, while she found a leopard-print shower curtain and a safety mat.
His evening shower was his last. He caught his foot on the new rubber mat, then disappeared down the drain.
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“We need to redecorate our upstairs bathroom,” his wife informed him over breakfast.
That afternoon they drove to the mall. He picked out a set of fluffy towels, while she found a leopard-print shower curtain and a safety mat. His evening shower was his last. He caught his foot on the new rubber mat, then disappeared down the drain. Comments are closed.
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